Day One Hundred & Twenty Five: 25th November 2012

Posted on November 26, 2012 by Dawn Whitehand

Wispy smoke hazy,
Tendrils spiralling upward,
Licking my nose,
Enticing my taste buds,
Tempting my mind,
Succumb, I must…

Smoke: Pastel on Handmade Paper

Day Seventy Eight: 9th October 2012

Posted on October 9, 2012 by Dawn Whitehand

REACHING

Reaching out,
I touch the empty space,
Where you laid once,
Comfortable warmth long gone,
The pillow print a vague memory,
Only coldness remaining,
Leaching into my soul.

Reaching: Pastel on Handmade paper

Day Seventy One: 2nd October 2012

Posted on October 3, 2012 by Dawn Whitehand

CREATIVE TENDRILS

A new journal,
Pristine, unspoilt,
Handmade paper, untainted,
Textured, untouched,
Earthy, fresh smells,
Inspiration new, eager,
Words bouncing,
Creative tendrils,
Pastels, watercolours,
Pen poised,
A sense of purpose.
Ride with it now,
Before it fades, stagnates,
Again…

Creative Tendrils: Pencil on Handmade Paper

Day Fifty Eight: 19th September 2012

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Dawn Whitehand

THE TENDRILS IN MY MIND

It was sunny this morning,
Before the gloom laden clouds of despair
Overwhelmed the clear sky,
Mocking the anticiption of hope.
Once vibrant beams of light
Now morph, turning to tendrils,
Twisting and turning, tormenting my mind,
Disturbing the peace, though percieved,
Extinguishing the guiding candle,
That had burned, a beacon of asylum.