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Aug 2020 · 48
Centerpiece
Whit Howland Aug 2020
My cat lies across my stomach
her eyes squint when I rub
the back of her head with
my thumb

when she's had enough
she jumps off my chest
makes for the table
and parks herself dead center

it was sunny today
but that is a mere distraction
right or wrong
better or worse

she's my child
my life
the center
of my universe

Whit Howland © 2020
A meditation.
Aug 2020 · 99
Afternoon Shadows
Whit Howland Aug 2020
And if all the world's a stage
I'll always find myself

in the third act a nondescript
dot or blob on the backdrop

and if there are shadows
I'll choose the largest one

and move with it
my contribution to you

my gift

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting.
Aug 2020 · 48
Purple and Orange Morning
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Please don't ask me
to be luxuriant

what I see
is what you'll get

my eye washes away the color
and strips

the world to its naked
essence

because life and survival
depends on thinking clearly

with an unobstructed
vision

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 192
Cards in a General Store
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Time it seems has stood still
for us to admire

the purple budding flowers
in spring

the red
and yellow leaves of Fall

or the moss-covered headstones
in the graveyard

behind a quaint clapboard
chapel

we are not at a crossroads
there are no pivotal decisions to be made

we are free
to keep spinning the wire rack

flaring the nostrils
smelling sponging

and sometimes chewing
the scenery

getting lost in the wash of Americana
and nostalgia

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 40
Past
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Some will  say it didn't go
anywhere

and I'll say they're
right

two electric trains
one going east
and another going west

which way you ask
will the smoke go

it won't go anywhere
I say
but up your nose

just like it always has

Whit Howland © 2020
Some whimsy with a bit of lemon juice,
Aug 2020 · 81
moon on the water
Whit Howland Aug 2020
you hope you live long enough
to see it

giant
and full of itself

mirrored on the ocean
or some other body of water

the moon just being the
moon

and no one's crazy
goddess

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting.
Aug 2020 · 78
Rain Clouds
Whit Howland Aug 2020
the sky darkens at noon
the wind whips through the trees

like they are nothing but
toothpicks

making the pending rain
almost a relief

and the biggest myth
is that there ever was a calm

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting with a straight forward message.
Aug 2020 · 39
The Elephant
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Even the small ceramic elephant
on the dresser

I  remember so vividly
with it's warped drawers

was way too big for
the space

Whit Howland © 2020
A minimal word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 44
Sour Grapes
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Do not confuse me
with someone who's in need

or want

I could've had them
any day

and maybe I should
but then again I shouldn't

pale squishy
and somewhat ****

who'd eat them anyway

Whit Howland © 2020
Some wordplay.
Aug 2020 · 47
that high note
Whit Howland Aug 2020
does he love her
or does he not

ralph and alice
and other shades of gray

what would their lives have been like

if when he blew into that trumpet
he'd hit that high note

Whit Howland © 2020
And impressionistic word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 63
North Beach
Whit Howland Aug 2020
We are arm and arm
leaning
against a street sign

Jack Kerouac Blvd

we are smiling
triumphant
it might seem

because that year
you almost lost me

but don't worry my love
I'd have gone down swinging
and would have taken a few with me

Whit Howland © 2020
A memory. An original.
Aug 2020 · 45
Stranger
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Where did you go
I looked and you were gone

almost as if you melted
into the shadows cast

by the trees
leafed out in Summer

I hardly knew you
yet I feel your absence

like one more piece
of the puzzle

lost


Whit Howland © 2020
Aug 2020 · 46
a throw rug
Whit Howland Aug 2020
it's with casual
effect

i bless you
with my presence

you move me
and i'll move myself

every now and then
or if you will

from time to time
so as not to fade

or be washed out
by the sun

Whit Howland © 2020
A whimsical abstract word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 73
Teachers Lounge
Whit Howland Aug 2020
I must've been faster
than a speeding bullet

more powerful
than a locomotive

and able to run between
the drops of rain

it gets farther away
with time

the life I narrowly
dodged

and with my memory
much foggier

then it used to be
all I can recollect

are the strips
of paint

dangling from the ceiling
like swords

Whit Howland © 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 47
An evening in late summer
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Like I remember
my mother

I know
what it used to be

the day dims
and grows silent

through the window
the TV glows

and house lights
blink like fireflies

when everything was new
and fresh


Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. Straight up imagism.  An original.
Aug 2020 · 46
flux
Whit Howland Aug 2020
i love early fall
the time just inside
of september

the leaves still green
but there's finally a bit
of blush

in their complexion
that later will turn
to a pallor


Whit Howland © 2020
A minimal word painting that I'm finally pleased with. An original.
Aug 2020 · 40
dominoes
Aug 2020 · 96
newspeak
Whit Howland Aug 2020
you beg me
to write about
the sky and the grass
or better yet amber waves
of grain

the best i can do to
accommodate you
is paint the sunflowers
at the highway's edge

but not the ones on the
median
for some reason they seem
to have lost their luster

Whit Howland © 2020
The things we say when we talk to ourselves. An original.
Aug 2020 · 52
A walk in the park
Whit Howland Aug 2020
We run we
want to escape

we try but we
can't hide

we're here and then
we desire to be there

the grass was already
a bright shade of green

why did we ever think
we needed it greener

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. A hat tip to Robert Creeley.
Aug 2020 · 58
Telegram
Whit Howland Aug 2020
What I am to you
we are to each other

you are
a Monarch butterfly
being chased

by a barking dog
in a meadow in
late August

I am

that dog

Whit Howland © 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 46
silver as dimes
Whit Howland Aug 2020
would not there be
a dry eye in the house
there wouldn't

this morning
cloud cover
dull and gray

it almost threatened rain
but
with some polish

and a little elbow grease
we shined it up
like silver

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 45
Jazz Record
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Dear ???

twenty years have past
and it looks like you haven't
seen a wrinkle

nor have you skipped
a beat

silver microphone
gold saxophone and a  blue
rippling velvet curtain

don't fret any
we were just kids then
even at thirty-six

Whit Howland © 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Aug 2020 · 59
with luck lasting
Whit Howland Aug 2020
you say rip off
i say found art

a verse that's cobbled together
with twine bottles tin cans
and a rusty milk pail

sunday's jester thursday's harlequin
and monday's clown

I'll be your joker when you're down

you tap out a rhythm
and say it's a song

I say it's Morse Code

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting.. An original.
Aug 2020 · 33
Mood Ring
Whit Howland Aug 2020
There was enough pink this morning
to say the sky blushed

then the day turned hazy

who should we believe
what is truth

and are there many
or is there only one that is divine

sometimes life can be a glossy magazine
with some of the pages stuck together

it's all spit and a prayer

we live in a world
of mist

Whit Howland © 2020
Maybe a word collage. An original.
Jul 2020 · 62
her
Whit Howland Jul 2020
her
rain tapped my window
but I'm not

where you think i am
outside

the streets are slick
with an after storm sheen

a traffic light turns
green

cars honk
and a city bus heads

uptown

a knock can be heard
on my bowed and cracked door

Whit Howland © 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 36
visions of space
Whit Howland Jul 2020
my first apartment
was so mall

it could be licked
and put on an envelope


Whit Howland © 2020
My attempt at the one liner poem that is so popular here. The truth is though, that is all I have to say about my first place.
Jul 2020 · 49
The Scale
Whit Howland Jul 2020
You ask
what is the tipping point
when does it all go away

I answer

close your eyes
and listen to the clock tick

it's only then you will see
it melting
and dripping in the sun


Whit Howland © 2020
A surrealist word painting. A hat tip to a poet friend Joe Machetto.
Jul 2020 · 38
North
Whit Howland Jul 2020
The sky never was
the limit

that's what they wanted us
to think

so we'd stop searching
all heavenly things

are truth
waves thunder to the shore

a lone seagull caws
overhead

fighting
a stiff wind

by the grace of God
we'll make it

Whit Howland © 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 77
spam
Whit Howland Jul 2020
it's canned meat
and depending on how one slices

the hammy blob
they might say it's tasty

while to others
it's irrelevant

quite like poetry where  i've learned
there are no lines

only smudges
someone wants you to believe

are flowers


Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 44
nighttime
Whit Howland Jul 2020
don't tell me what
and what does not make sense

a bulbous moon
like a clown's nose

and a wide-eyed owl
in the middle of the road

i don't see a problem

but you do

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 47
bird
Whit Howland Jul 2020
chirp is the word
for the sound it makes

most say it sings
while for others  

it spills the beans
we claw and peck for meaning

a few call themselves poets
everyone fights

for freedom

it flies


Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original
Jul 2020 · 64
crescent moon
Whit Howland Jul 2020
a soft pale glowing
sliver

over the bedpost
or through the bathroom door

for when we need
to be creatures of the darkness

it's nothing to bark at but more
to read by

a beacon
to guide us through the night

Whit Howland © 2020
Imagism. An original.
Jul 2020 · 112
Bifocals
Whit Howland Jul 2020
Horned rimmed
and tortoiseshell
they rest just left of center
on my nose

and if I ***** my eyes
I can see the bifurcated line
where the focus changes

and it's the same one you
are seeing right now

I miss my mom
my grandmother my grandfather
and my brother

and I'm bracing myself
for the shape of things to come

Whit Howland © 2020
Another abstract word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 48
Battleship
Whit Howland Jul 2020
I fear my change may only be fleeting
because
although like Pharoah

you've hardened my heart

you left me with a full set of teeth
to come back and take another bite at the apple

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 38
Traffic Light
Whit Howland Jul 2020
I wait
you hesitate

then wave me on
I start to go

but your body's
syntax

signals me to stop
I halt

but you go
then I  go again

and our worlds and passions
collide

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original, but a hat tip to Robert Creeley.
Jul 2020 · 62
Lava Lamp
Whit Howland Jul 2020
You call me an enigma
I say you're a mystery

and like two pieces
of formless wax

we float
pickled in amber light

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. Imagism. An original.
Jul 2020 · 64
Hat on a Teddy Bear
Whit Howland Jul 2020
it's really about the hat
straw with a farmer's brim

we got them for free
at a baseball game

and made each other laugh
tilting them rakishly on our heads

it was the first time we had talked to each other
in days

Whit Howland © 2020
Sappy! But that's what sells around here.
Jul 2020 · 41
Crooked Picture
Whit Howland Jul 2020
Wall or painting
and do I really care

they say every house settles
mine is no exception

and I've come to realize
maybe by kicking against the ******

that it's better to pin a gold star
on a mediocre pig

then chase a fast greasy one
and get dragged through the mud

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting with a straight forward message.
Jul 2020 · 52
waxwork
Whit Howland Jul 2020
who are you
she demands

i answer her
with silent letters
and vowels

my voice
left years ago

on the last bus to
Pittsburgh

Whit Howland © 2020
Echos of WCW, but an original.
Jul 2020 · 114
a cat's meow
Whit Howland Jul 2020
as summer
lopes
with days
more doggy
than ever

it seems
keen sight
has given way

to acute hearing
of things

like a clock ticking
and putting down

bottom
to the soundtrack
of my life

and when i hear
my cat's meow
and see the red

yellow green
pop and flash
behind my eyes

outstanding

I tell him
as he limps
on his clubfoot

by me
into the haze
of this magic afternoon

Whit Howland © 2020
A stream of consciousness word painting which will evolve overtime. An original.
Jul 2020 · 40
connected
Whit Howland Jul 2020
you once said
i had rapier whit
as exemplified

in my letters to you
one summer
when we were young

you are now long gone
but that gleaming silver knife
your gift to me

still sits on my desk
cutting sharper
than ever before

Whit Howland © 2020
A narrative poem. An original
Jul 2020 · 53
cowboy boots
Whit Howland Jul 2020
still brown suede but now scuffed
they're older than our marriage
and I still look at them like they're new

staring at me from that plateglass window
down in rummy Pioneer Square

I won't let them go just like I'll never
let us go and I'll never abandon old Seattle

like Coney Island
it still exists in the mind

Whit Howland © 2020
Jul 2020 · 42
sleeping in a waterbed
Whit Howland Jul 2020
darkness
interrupted only

by fits of garish
neon

rain in spots
bone dry in others

mostly country
on the dial

if anything at all

oh what I'd ****  
right now
 
to hear some smooth jazz
while complimented

by a glass of

you fill in that blank

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 53
empirical
Whit Howland Jul 2020
we are stuck
in the mud

that's practically
cement

filling
our shoes

making them
heavy

as a steady
down pour

pelts our
faces



Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting.
Jul 2020 · 47
cast iron skillet
Whit Howland Jul 2020
fact

i woke up this morning to 98 degrees
and steamy

it was so hot
that as the old saying goes

you could fry an egg on the pavement
for good measure

i added spam and bacon
to that mix

but the real issue
sizzling

on the front burner
is

when exactly will this
end

corollary

or
whether or not we want it to

Whit Howland © 2020
The invisible image.
Jul 2020 · 61
jackknife
Whit Howland Jul 2020
maybe
we found each other

or did we just
stumble onto one another

each time
the story unfolds

it's either big
small or medium length

before it folds back up
again


Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 42
magic
Whit Howland Jul 2020
bits of glass
in a puddle of milk

i'm sorry
i just can't  fix it

so we mop we sweep
we bag them up
and throw it in the trash


Whit Howland © 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 48
Sam's Town
Whit Howland Jul 2020
and for lack
of a better metaphor

I will call it a
magnet

not one shaped like
a horse shoe

you might see in a
cartoon

but more of the refrigerator
variety

say
a rubber bumblebee

to remind me of the sting
of bad choices

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 59
Mirrored Lens
Whit Howland Jul 2020
I thought I'd write about
clouds

the gray bulls that stampede
ahead of the thunder

as opposed to those
nebulous forms

hanging over us
when we are mad

or sad
nope

these
are the real McCoy

droplets of water
or ice crystals

now floating
catching their breath

outside as heavy rain
beats the pavement

while a frog hops then
stops

to wait out the
storm

Whit Howland © 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Jul 2020 · 54
Eye Chart
Whit Howland Jul 2020
E
we can see

thus we know it's there
and we feel safe

it's what we can't
discern
what is blurry

we fear
because we don't
understand

are you with me so far
good

because
from here on out
it gets kind of wiggy

if a tree falls in the forest
and no one's around

how big was the ax
that the woodsman used
to chop it down

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original,
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