On Growing Old…

exhaustion seeps in
weary bones consumed
wasted muscles lax
forgotten memories continue foraging
scratching the very marrow of my soul
twilight years beckon
the applause stops
lifes curtains close
the cycle begins again
beckoning an empty stage of tomorrows tears

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

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Futile Tomorrows

It is cold here
and damp

overcast

silently
my mind
screams

peering in vain

gulping
dark air
choking in
gloominess

the bare wood
scratches my skin

pointlessly
reminding me I’m alive

cascading tree branches
hover

enveloping tentacle-like
cradling hope and dreams

yet strangling
any attempt
of ever reaching them

never…

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.

Great Expectations

I knew the sun would rise blazing red
and the moon would float lazily in the night sky
I knew a gentle Autumn breeze would rustle through the leaves
as they fell drifting fairy-like to and fro
I thought I knew you would arrive home and we would laugh together happily
I thought I knew we would be blissful forever… I thought I knew

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is in response to the weekly writing challenge  “Great Expectations” http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/great-expectations/

When You Were Gone

bright and summery is my memory of that day
sun jewels sparkling in your fiery hair
your long shadow striding confidently
toward your new life together with me

but you and me were never meant to be
a secret kept hidden by the Universe

untill I saw you buried

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is in response to the weekly writing challenge  “Great Expectations”  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/great-expectations/

Last Sunset

veiled in a murky gray smog
the sun hangs ominously
a blood orange in the sky
huge and simmering anger
eaten by the flat desolate horizon
until it is no more
and only a rippling haze remains

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing (and Napowrimo) Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

The End of the World

the moon rises black
against a dark sky
casting no shadow
reflection-less on still waters
presiding in silence
over a doomed landscape
tinged with putrid blood
fraught and forever condemned

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

Yesterday and Tomorrow and Forever

laughing with friends

it is easy to forget
what happened yesterday
last week
last year

easy to not imagine
what will happen
tomorrow
next week

not easy to forgive
what will happen
forever

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© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

Longing for Tomorrow

cold seeps in through the cracks
an icy chill prickling my pores
ethereal water molecules freeze instantly
falling heavy from the dense laden air
thousands of scattering crystals crashing
refreezing on the dank stone floor
where I lie forever shivering naked
while the blazing sun warms the Earth outside
invisible from the window I do not have

Wax on Handmade Paper

Wax on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This post is written in response to this weeks WordPress Writing Challenge  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry/

To Exist

I close my eyes
and you disappear
hands over my ears
scathing words now muffled
rolling myself into a ball
I shrink into the corner
futilely trying to disappear
But I don’t
then you hit me

Wax and Pastel on Handmade Paper

Wax and Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Written in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge (and napowrimo)
Check out more entries here: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/poetry

50 Words

you said your love was inFinite
          without boundarIes and free
         longlasting and Forever strong
                enduring Till the end of time
           why did I see You yesterday
   together with another Woman
                   only mOments after leaving me
                     uncaRing now cold and alone
                 discardeD like used trash
                  detrituS blowing in the wind

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

This poem is in response to the Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge 50 words http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/fifty/