NaPoWriMo – Day Nineteen

Forever roaming
Ravished Landscapes
Indecisive attitudes
Yesterdays ideals
Amidst chaos
Yearning forgiveness
** see below

Pastels & Pen on Paper

** An urban variation of the day of the week ‘Friday’, in which the user is excited that it’s the last day of the working week.
© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Twelve

tapping the table
anticipation shrivels
as the minutes tick relentlessly

pacing the floor
expectation growing
as the hours drag mercilessly

idly standing by
realisations dwindling
as the years mount vengefully
replaced with an empty nothingness

the end

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Seven

dropping high from above
momentum slowly builds
the poison dart strikes
my veins run cold
as the deadly venom flows
and my heart slowly shrivels

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Four

gently you lay against me
breathing rhythmically
heart beat

an occasional utterance
as a dream escapes
breaking the nights monotony
a fluttering of eyes
then sleep again

gently you lay against me

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Three

the day grew long
as we sat
legs dangling
huddling closely
sun coated backs
warming our cool bodies
deep dark shadows protruding
brazenly invading space
gloomily long
ever growing
casting ghostly angles
while a lazy sun
beckoning the night
slowly sets

Pastel on Handmade Paper

©Dawn Whitehand 2017

I Remember – Day 29 NaPoWriMo

I remember the first time I saw poverty
a shrivelled old woman sitting hoveled, I remember

I remember the first time I felt hungry
a calculator in hand at the supermarket, I remember

I remember the first time I saw powerlessness
a faceless person in a mindless queue, I remember

I remember the first time I felt passion
a niggling feeling slowly awakening, I remember

I remember the first time I saw needless suffering
a forlorn mother cradling her child, I remember

I remember the first time I felt outraged
a life changing epiphany, I remember

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016


Today’s prompt – to write a poem based on things you remember.

Day 27 – NaPoWriMo Seventeen Syllables!

the slippery grass was a glossy green on the east side of the hill
where the golden sun sparkled happily in the early morning dew
casting rainbow reflections upward and outward toward a blue sky

but the west was shadow ridden and forlorn, dismally bleak and dry
a desolate landscape blighted by greyness within a warped quagmire
of slimy bog and smelly sludge, relentlessly encroaching forward

the microcosm of a world fuelled by mindless ideology

increasingly doomed, forever bent on terminal self destruction

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016


Todays prompt form
The Irish poet Ciaran Carson increasingly writes using very long lines. Carson has stated that his lines are (partly) based on the seventeen syllables of the haiku, and that he strives to achieve the clarity of the haiku in each line. So today’s challenge is to write a poem with very long lines.
I have taken on board the seventeen syllables and used that as a starting point.



a warm breeze tickles the curtain
gently caressing this now naked body
breakfast aromas waft up the hallway
the start of a new day

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Rich Virus

the seed that is planted is mutant
fertilised with greed
it is doomed
watered with desire
it grows as a tumour
insidious in its malignancy
a self perpetuating cog
trapped within its own corruption
an inescapable destiny
a rotting empire
rich virus

dawn whitehand poetry drawing

charcoal and pastel on handmade paper

Dawn Whitehand ©2016