Rose by Dawn Illsley
Weathered and worn,
Tired and torn.
She waits for time to end.
How can it be that she doesn’t see how time can drag and bend?
When you can’t remember your own name,
and everyone looks the same.
Category: Poetry
Poetry Time
Time by Dawn Illsley
My soul is bleeding,
Hoping beyond help.
Time is ticking,
Loud and clear.
It’s getting late,
Too late to care.
Poetry Power
War
Life is bickering with death,
Impatiently death waits,
Reluctantly life has to go,
And death can’t wait.
Poetry
Barely There
There’s a crowd inside my head,
It’s beyond capacity.
There’s no room for hope.
I’m empty of care.
I’m tired of smiling.
I’m barely there.
Poetry
The Hum by Dawn Illsley
I want to be in a place busy with the hum of voices.
Voices confabulating, words I can’t decipher.
Not here in the quiet.
My brain is free to wander,
Free to play the broken record of thoughts.
Ruminating in a stew of self doubt and words left unsaid
Poetry
Behind walls By Dawn Illsley
Rapacious eyes follow my lips.
Lips speaking words.
Words that torture and neglect.
Neglecting the subject,
torturing the truth.
The truth trapped behind walls grown thick with time.
Poetry
Timed out by Dawn Illsley
Humming a tune my lips don’t recognize,
I wander around the house.
My autopilot is broken,
I keep crashing.
Everyone notices,
But nobody says anything,
Afraid to point out the obvious.
I’m absent,
I’ve bowed out,
Thrown in the towel,
Given in, timed out.
Poetry day
Reckless Adventure by Dawn Illsley
The waves crash and retreat back to repeat.
I shouldn’t be surprised by my wet toes,
but the waves chase me up the beach.
Like a game of tag in the back yard.
I’ve wandered into a place not meant for me.
I feel like an intruder,
The sign says off limits.
But I still go,
cheating the under tow,
Reckless adventure.
Defending Jacob by William Landay
This book was an amazing read. A boy is found dead and the suspect is a classmate with a father in the District attorneys office. Lately it’s been a struggle for me to focus but I had no difficulty focusing on this book. The plot seems simple but it isn’t, it’s genius! There are duelling plot lines that kinda just sneak up on you and before you know it you’ve been had!
Enjoy!
Woman’s march and Maud
I had a large day today. Woman’s march in Halifax and I visited The Art Gallery of NS. I’ve always admired Maud Lewis and it was a perfect day to learn a little more about her art and life. 
The Halifax rally was a great experience with amazing speakers like El Jones and Rebecca Thomas. Both accomplished poets with inspiring words that brought me to tears.
After the rally I took a tour through the gallery…
I remember this house when I was a child driving through Marshaltown, NS. I’ve always been fascinated by her life. So simple a life but she made such an impact. She shone through her work. I have prints of her work around but seeing it in person you can see the true colour and brightness. Her voice is evident, she painted her grim world beautiful. She makes me feel we all have that ability to create hope and spread it around. My own attempts at formal “Art” has helped me learn the amount of energy that can go into something creative. You can feel it when you see it, the energy remains forever in that piece. Even when I create a knitted piece I feel the energy in it.
I stopped by Argyle Fine Art also and the PreShrunk show is happening. These little felted pieces caught my eye.
Love these crows…
I actually stepped aside to avoid falling into this well…haha…so real…
Dawn's Chronicles 