Futile Tomorrows

It is cold here
and damp


my mind

peering in vain

dark air
choking in

the bare wood
scratches my skin

reminding me I’m alive

cascading tree branches

enveloping tentacle-like
cradling hope and dreams

yet strangling
any attempt
of ever reaching them


Fine liner and pastel on Handmade paper

Fine Liner and Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

The above poem and drawing is in response to fellow wordpress blogger Leanne Cole‘s post “A Photo that Inspires” – Leanne is a photographer and occasionally posts a photo she asks writers to respond to… I have participated in her photo response posts previously here and here.

You can check Leannes blog out and the original image that inspired my poem and drawing, and other poets/writers who have responded, here.

Who is my Friend?

illogical ranting
spews forth
from a pop up window

a diatribe of vitriol

shockingly arrogant

arrogantly shocking

true colours exposed

the only option

tap a single key


or unfriend

Manipulated Digital Photograph

Manipulated Digital Photograph

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Three Hundred and Nine: 28th May 2013

deafening silence
is the only sound

and the splash of rain

punctuating the darkness
and painful monotony

enveloped in cold blackness

slumped in dank reality
wretched and despairing

too late to turn back

no peace, no solace
in the gutter

Finding Solace in the Gutter - Oil Pastel & Charcoal on Handmade Paper

Finding Solace in the Gutter – Oil Pastel & Charcoal on Handmade Paper













© dawn Whitehand 2013

Poem and drawing inspired by Leanne Cole’s photograph

Leanne Cole

Leanne Cole