Sometimes I write
and the words

jump off the page
and dance

it's these short
bursts of imagination

that keeps the ink
pumping

and flowing
from the heart

Whit Howland © 2020

Your voice sounds
scratchy
sometimes
tinny

as if it's coming from an old
record player
with a diamond needle
prone to skipping

and that's my honest truth
maybe nothing
you want to hear
but

we can go on record
as saying
clearly
that's your gold

from which with you
like my truth
can most surely
bank on

Whit Howland © 2020

Staccato
chirpy
if we focus on the
song

and the music
the song
we must
even

though
it's loud
and splits the
ear it's

something
we cannot
afford to
ignore

Whit Howland © 2020

savage heat slanting
rain

night and day
sleep dream and

wake

clouds faces
anvil heads

people I love

and hate

sorry to say
I thought out here

that would go

away

Whit Howland © 2020

to say I'm grateful
would be an
understatement

I've seen my life
three times

carved in three
different
versions

on three panels
I love you

honey

I'm a man kissed by
fortune

Whit Howland © 2020