Time it seems has stood still
for us to admire

the purple budding flowers
in spring

the red
and yellow leaves of Fall

or the moss-covered headstones
in the graveyard

behind a quaint clapboard
chapel

we are not at a crossroads
there are no pivotal decisions to be made

we are free
to keep spinning the wire rack

flaring the nostrils
smelling sponging

and sometimes chewing
the scenery

getting lost in the wash of Americana
and nostalgia

Whit Howland © 2020

floating alone
in the ocean

there are two gods

the sun and
the moon

rule the
cloudless
sky

creating extremes
in feelings

and faith
bi-polars of

pure light and
deep dark

and what is clear
in these moments

that happiness
comes and goes

in waves

Blue coloured eyes she has ,
which takes me away from this
colourful world into the depth of the blue sea ,
indicating the depth of her love and affection towards me.

Talkative eyes she has ,
which takes me away from this noisy world into the depth of the conversation ,
indicating the depth of her care and thinking towards me.

Shining eyes she has ,
which takes me away from this glamour world into the depth of the shining stars in the sky ,
indicating the depth of her hope and expectations towards me.

she said it
wasn’t her

looking back
she went outside

to find herself

she loved her
shadow more

she said

it was always
honest with her

I saw her fold
it slowly

carefully

pressing her
thumb over

each fold
making sure

they were
perfect

lifting and
extending

her left arm

releasing the
plane into

the air and
walking away

she didn’t
know I

was watching
waiting for it

to land

The ruin in my mind is vast and predisposed.
No strategy in its plan to self destruct.
It is not needed within my trials,
For I myself dig the holes with no help.

When society rejects you
Nature will open its wide arms
And let you in