Whit Howland

Whit Howland May 2024

like wind
through
a creaking door

three messages
in three hours
and nothing

but cicadas
which are even worse
then crickets

Whit Howland May 2024

Standing on a Step Stool

Not a pigeon
mind you

just a middle-aged man
whose shoulders burn

while trying

to ***** back in the cover
on the ceiling light

Whit Howland May 2024

Toy Saxophone

Blows notes
and simple chords

little gold
plastic

to be exact

jump in

the water's nice
no

the water's cold

Cold or nice
you take your pick

Some more Jazz poetry

Whit Howland May 2024

Lawn Day

Gas powered
music

to my ears

row after row
of tangled grass

cut

and gray branches
collected

and hauled away
one dump truck

at a time

Whit Howland May 2024

Paper Clip

I'll attach it to your coat
with a metal clip

this note

you keep saying
I should open up to you

and this brevity
on yellow scratch paper

should tell you
everything

you need to know

Whit Howland May 2024

Ballpoint Pen

Like good help
a smooth glide is hard to find

that perfect pen that rolls
with the flow

of your words and music
across the paper

More Jazz poetry.

Whit Howland May 2024

Blue Sky and Daffodils

Give me some
if this is Heaven

red gold
petals

pressed against
solid blue sky

without a cloud
in sight

if this is Heaven
give me some

Another short Jazz Word Painting