NaPoWriMo – Earth Day 2017

        our planEt is dying
    our politiciAns denying
 our scientists Ridiculed
      our populaTion fooled
           meanwHile the earth sighs
while the fauna Dies
    and the florA slips away
       inevitablY we will all pay

Digital Manipulation of Original Drawing : original drawing can be seen here https://apoemandadrawingaday.wordpress.com/2016/10/15/obliteration/

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

 

NaPoWriMo – Day Nine

cold rain pelting
piercing daggers of liquid ice
lashing winds howl
crashing gumnuts onto the tin roof
miniature wooden torpedoes
the house shakes and groans grievously
winter sets in
though Autumn has not yet bid farewell
injecting a bitterness
as mother nature unfurls her lamenting torment

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

A New Years Resolution

A New Years Resolution…

to smell warm eucalyptus and forthcoming rain
not the smoky black burden of fires ferocious aftermath

to listen to a gentle summer breeze rustle green leaves
not unseasonal winds wreaking havoc across the now barren land

to taste clean fresh water gurgling
not greedy corporate pollution running through my veins

to feel warm sun and green grass
not despair at the grisley cries of once bountiful Mother Nature dying

to gaze upward and outward
not inward where gloom grips the soul with an unending relentless grasp

My New Years Resolution….

Conte Sketch altered in Prisma

Conte Sketch altered in Prisma

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

Tomorrow

dark swirls of noiseless wind
tug endlessly
tall ageless trees
branches strung out
silhouetting the night sky
vulnerable
defenceless
against mother nature’s savage breath
slowly ravaging
time lumbers obliviously
till virgin glints of sunlight
cut a crevice in the earth
a black hole sucking life from the tempest
and spewing forth another eulogy of despair

Charcoal on handmade paper

Charcoal on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

An Intervention

raging winds roaring
hurling gumnuts
crashing on the tin roof
stealing my slumber
momentarily dazed
I ponder the rattling
scurrying possums?
quarrelling crows?
dancing magpies?

OR

Mother Nature venting her anger?

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Tempest

gray rumbling clouds amass
thick voluptuous textures
mother nature’s brushstrokes
a painterly landscape she creates
and hangs sumptuously
upon the universe’s gallery wall
but static they are not
the palette pulling and pushing
flashing electricity builds
clapping thunder applauds
the lightshow spectacular begins
night becomes day
momentary shadowy silhouettes dance

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This poem is in response to the Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge 50 words http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/fifty/

Day Seventy Three: 4th October 2012

MOTHER NATURE

If only I could see,
the blazing sun,
casting dancing shadows,
shiny voluptuous greens,
and a sparkling rippled pond surface.
But trapped inside, gloomy,
behind drawn curtains,
I only hear crashing trees,
buffeting winds, treacherous,
strangling the magpie warble,
a cruel joke played by Mother Nature,
on a lamenting mind.

Mother Nature: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012