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Whit Howland Mar 21
Warbling pigeons
in the park crazy

from the heat

a dizzying spin
on a paint-chipped

merry-go round

a greased slide down
hot metal

into a gravel pit

a burning sunset
but don't rub your eyes
Impressionistic absurdism
Whit Howland Feb 29
Arm
moves broom

in a sweeping
motion

causing dirt
and dustball

to scurry
across the floor

creating

piles upon piles
of detritus

we become
the things we hover

and focus on
for far too long
Whit Howland Feb 21
Shadows
were not seen

therefor
the grass is soon

to be green
and you and I

have toiled scraped
searched

and finally

now

a much needed
break
Whit Howland Feb 18
A blast of the whistle
and a slide down the dinosaur

it's quitting time

for life to  begin
again
A childish word painting/poem
Whit Howland Feb 17
Tweezers
buzz
"butterfingers"

and bulbous sneezer
that is touched
by a feather

to make it
sneeze
and tickle

the funnybone
Another foray into childrens poetry
Whit Howland Feb 17
A silver shiny
replica

of a handsome
hat

fashioned
for a little tuxedoed man

with a walrus
mustache

who's bald
stern

and wears pockets
that are fat
My foray into children's poetry.
Whit Howland Feb 16
mishap
maybe
but definately

not and act of God

no warning given
and no discernable
clues

just a hurling big canvas
painted with pastels
nonsensical

at best
A whimsical word painting.
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