Whit Howland

Whit Howland 6d

Morse Code
or no code at all

life is noise

and no one tells you
what and what not to listen to

right now the sun's rays
are piercing

the gray fluff of a former
Nimbus cloud

A word painting with a straight forward message.

Whit Howland 6d

Wee

A flickering street lamp
Fedora and a black thin tie

that's all I get in my
dreams

an occasional shot glass
filled with perfect cubes

and a splash of something
dark to drink

maybe

For Frank

Whit Howland 6d

Sleep Music

You are far away
but I hear you mostly
at night

your voice tempering
the howling wind the
raging storm

6d

Jimmy silker

Ruined in Manhattan.

King Kong
Went wrong
When they brought a blonde along
He only wanted to be loved
It could only end one way.

Whit Howland 6d

Raining In Chicago

Or somewhere
it's raining hard and it hurts

they tell you time and time again
but nobody ever does

nobody

saves

An abstract word painting

Whit Howland 7d

A Morning Walk

Wheels spin
as other parts move

gears grind

so many things
being

mixed
in a blender

Whit Howland 7d

Wooden Giant

And all last week the skies
dumped ***** rain

now the sun shines
birds chirp

a brook babbles
time flies

as you stand letting life happen
in your shadow