Book Spine Poem

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dreams
chaos
witchcraft
the truth
is out there
between inner space
and outer space

Dawn Whitehand book spine poem

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

** no drawing today as the poem itself is a visual. Books from my own library.
*** prompt from www.napowrimo.net

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A Lune* Poem

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clouds scutter
gathering moisture
winters rain

Dawn Whitehand Conte

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Out Back

dry red sand fills the landscape
tiny scattered nocturnal tracks
the only signs of life
barely visible
through hazy heat ripples
a solitary breeze
disturbs the sparse foliage
stirring fine crimson dust
the final breathe
of a forgotten country

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day Two Hundred and Two: 10th February, 2013

the voices are rising louder in my head
indistinguishable whispers
now audible screams
yelling a language
only i understand

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and One: 9th February 2013

when your letter arrived
my hands shook in rythmic harmony
and a solitary bead of sweat
slid uncomfortably down my nose
I placed it (you) on the empty kitchen table
gazing at it (you) over the boiling kettle
that turned itself off and startled me
back to reality
and my bleary eyes rested on the clean white envelope
that would remain unopened

Acrylic and Pastel on Handmade Paper

Acrylic and Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred: 8th February 2013

lying still
eyes closed
empty mind
awaiting inspiration
but instead
random thoughts invade
the bare canvas
remains blank

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Ninety Nine: 7th February 2013

wide eyed and dusty
the still stuffed toys
sit atop the cupboard
silent and staring downward
unblinking
at an empty floor
where once they played
when you were here

Collage

Collage

Day One Hundred and Ninety Eight: 6th February 2013

the old papers are rolled up
tightly
and bound with brown string
piled
on top of the cupboard
safely
storing long forgotten pasts
and memories of an inspired future

Pencil on Handmade Paper

Pencil on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Ninety Seven: 5th February 2013

the door is ajar
and banging lightly
…tap tap
as a breeze pushes
through the window frame
…rattle rattle
and the walls shift
…creak creak
foundations adjusting their moorings

and i lie here in the darkness and listen
to a house
that groans
heavy with the memories of time

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day One Hundred and Ninety Six: 4th February 2013

icy trembling skin
body shivers contorted
eyes squint misty
silhouettes emerge converge
ghostly figures leering
a familiar face
vague memories resurface
almost within grasp
now fading away

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013