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Whit Howland Jul 2021
black
as an asphalt nightmare

splashes of gray
vomits of rust

and fast cars
up and down the street

with fits of passion
make it all a blur

the world turns on it's
not your axis

and life swings to and fro
at its own tempo

protestations
notwithstanding

whit howland © 2021
An abstract word painting.
Whit Howland Jul 2021
Rhythmic
consistent

water babbling
over rocks

steady

clear blue
aqua or turqouise

white sand
below

uncluttered

clarity
transparency

coherent
and pure

whit howland © 2021
An impressionist word painting.
Whit Howland Jul 2021
the plastic lens
already scratched
popped from the frame

though in their day
this copper-colored pair of specs
was a marvelous eyepiece

but time
erodes even the finest
of instruments

and events
abrupt or otherwise
change things

and speed up
what was already
taking place

and whether we like it or not
what we love
and who we love

will always succumb
to the slow or sometimes
rapid current of progress

whit howland © 2021
A word painting with a straightforward message.
  Jul 2021 Whit Howland
Dennis Willis
I'm just a man
glaring at emptiness
gathered up
in these rooms
the gears of engagement
gnashed
  Jul 2021 Whit Howland
Carlo C Gomez
~
When Pharaoh
checked out at the Red Sea,
odd circumstance made a grab for his vacant scepter,

and kingdom collided
with plague to paint a mural
on the palace wall (or maybe, it was the hotel lobby),

of a dreamer's garden,
his wife in veils, her dance a cordial
invitation to a great many unmentionable things,

the feral sky had blown
itself out, and in muted candle
nightshade, the mistress of war disembarked,

and so somewhere
in those upper rooms, ruler
and consort, hearing the sound of running water,

mystified their carnal
senses by infusing themselves
with a little vigorous morphine of the soul

~
Whit Howland Jul 2021
Morning
began with a birdsong

nothing fancy
some rhythmic chirping

but it sufficed
and gave me the impetus to float

not slog
through the day

we are what we choose
to eat and digest

whether it be aural
or through mastication

whit howland © 2021
A word painting with a straightforward message.
Whit Howland Jul 2021
Fine art you are encased
in glass

on a rack
with other bottles

of dark red plasma-like
liquid

or maybe in a store
in a box

cheap

like a painting on a stand
at a sidewalk art fair

in either case
celebrate

we must

life
at any price

whit howland © 2021
A word painting with a straightforward message.
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