Day Three Hundred and Fifty Five: 13th July 2013

you ask me why it doesn’t rain ‘up’
I answer gravity

you ask me why grass is green and not red
I answer chlorophyll

you ask me why stars twinkle and planets don’t
I answer the Earth’s atmosphere

you ask me why ice is cold and not hot
I answer it can be both

you ask my favourite colour
I answer orange or maybe purple

you ask why he went away leaving you
I answer I don’t know

Pastel and Frottage on Handmade Paper

Pastel and Frottage on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Forty Five: 15th December 2012

When the cold rain splashed on the hard pavement yesterday
I turned to see your face looming before I heard your footsteps
And cowering slightly I crept into the grey
Slipping silently away…

Pastel on Paper

Pastel on Paper

Day Sixty Six: 27th September 2012

INTERNAL STORM

Its time to move on, you said,
That night on the veranda,
While a warm breeze wafted,
Across broken smiles,
Drying salty tears,
And stirring an internal storm,
In the pit of my stomach, a knot,
Pulling tighter as you walk away,
And the fabric of the day unravels,
Again.

Internal Storm: Pastel on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Forty One: 2nd September 2012

VACANT SPACE

Hearing the door slam
I knew you were gone,
Leaving only the chill air
To fill the vacant space.
Words, too late, collapse,
Thudding to the stone floor,
A hollow echo of happier times.

Vacant Space: Pastel on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012