outside non existent wind floats eerily
while inside the voices of years of memories whisper
in words only they understand
ages of sorrowful secrets kept hidden will remain untold
a sacred pact conspired with and sanctioned by time
and I lie here in my bed listening
but hear nothing
just the wooden walls breathing
and creaking their private language
Digital Drawing
© Dawn Whitehand 2015
its quieter
without you here
and colder
there is an emptiness
a silent echo
resounding through the house
the moist ground
where once you lay
your final resting place
mother earth enveloping you
in a final warm embrace
RIP Eddy xx
Charcoal Pencil on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2015
unrestrained
it grows
a dark tangled clot
interwoven
tree-like
en-masse
multiplying
a malignant tumour
rotting my mind
devouring my soul
Digital Drawing
© Dawn Whitehand 2015
sparkling bright
blue green and white
bursting feast of light
wrapping the tree in delight
so that all that see it might
forget their everyday fright
for just a night
a happy plight
Happy Xmas to my fellow blog readers and likers and anybody else that may happen to stop by 🙂
©Dawn Whitehand 2014
it was revealed to me
secretly
the meaning of existence
why
we smile everyday
and
why we eventually die
slowly
and as I bled
and pushed
you out
my soul escaped
a survival mechanism?
protecting the pain?
a sanity saver?
then your cry called me back
as a rubber band twangs
obedience mindlessly resentless
so imprisoned in my body again
I search desperately for what I know
I knew but now forget
Pastel on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2013
expressionless they move quietly lifeless gone from yesterday never reaching tomorrow
Pastel On Handmade Paper
blood spilt thin
ruby red sapphires
YESTERDAY
hard white tiles
blank empty canvas
BEGGING
abstract falling swirls
pollock like splashes
TODAY
vision blurred gasping
destitute life ended
DEAD
Acrylic Paint on Handmade Paper
Though you speak to me,
I hear you not,
Your words blur,
And your face fades,
Until you are gone.
Pastel on Handmade Paper
my mind was full
when you beckoned me
a false promise luring
but instead leaving
no room to think
no where to create
Nowhere: pencil on paper
the yellow lights were dim in the place
where you sat in the empty corner
on a green chair hard
listening to 80’s music too loud
drowned out by intoxicated voices competing
and i watched you watching
wondering why…
Why: charcoal on handmade paper
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