When Words Are Too Late

the words left unsaid
are the loudest
a mute plea
falling on deaf ears
a silent scream
echoing from empty walls
a voiceless cry

i love you

Dawn whitehand drawing

Dawn Whitehand Pen on Handmade Paper Doodle Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Day One Hundred and Fifty Six: 26th December 2012

Cracked peeling paint chips,
Scattered across a damp concrete floor,
Were the sole random witnesses,
To fading whispers choking,
Trapped within mould strewn walls,
Decay a bubbling neverending stench,
Nothingness And Barren and Doorless.

Ballpoint pen and pastel on handmade paper

Ballpoint pen and pastel on handmade paper

Day Ninety One: 22nd October 2012


Collected while walking,
A woody fascination,
Surface intricately patterned,
Rough to touch and unevenly faceted,
Yet the same design repeated,
Evolved to perfection,
A gem of Mother Nature.

Cyprus: Pen on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012