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1.4k · Oct 2018
Whit Howland Oct 2018
so I am writing you
something breezy
to make you think

of a kite on a string

for the stratus

swaying and  gliding

like one partner
in a ballroom dance

as it soars
higher and higher
on its journey
950 · Aug 2021
The Gift
Whit Howland Aug 2021
A shiny ribbon
some glitter

paper folded

edges taped


the best gift
you ever gave us

was and always will be
each other

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An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Whit Howland Sep 2018
Back then
I thought the letter
you sent
was nothing more
than a kiss off

but today
twenty years later
sitting on Art Hill

your ghost
down at the edge
of the pond

and loving and
the words you
once wrote

and appreciation

I am knowing that
this revelation
didn't didn't come with
age or through prayer
which begat wisdom

but  from just
watching these
balloons launch
and soar higher
and higher

butting up against
the blue sky

and almost
breaking through
to the heavens
825 · Mar 2021
Whit Howland Mar 2021
I could kid myself
and say that you are in me
but really

I am just trying
to force the issue by attempting
to conjure you

as well as delay the inevitable  

waterworks the aching
and the pain

so with that said
it is time to give you
and me the much needed

we deserve
and just

end this!

whit howland © 2021
An abstract word painting. An original.
784 · Jul 2020
love note
Whit Howland Jul 2020
not much for you
by way of kind words

but i have to say
i love the silver beads

of morning dew
on lawns

with summer

Whit Howland © 2020
Imitation is a form of love.  An original.
767 · Jul 2019
Orange Crush
Whit Howland Jul 2019
Bright orange
liquid served

in a wavy
glass bottle

so sweet
and tingly

riding its way
your gullet

like pounding surf

what memories

of such a crude
but tasty delight

and of a sunny
long lost

California afternoon
750 · Jul 2019
Lombard Street
Whit Howland Jul 2019
We walk uphill
almost parallel  
with the sky

but like all our other

we are out
to conquer different things

mine is to take this hill
one paced but ragged

breath upon breath
foot over foot
to plant my flag

yours is to shutter
to and fro

distilling object
place and time
and what is now

into an orderly
chronicle of us

Whit Howland © 2019
709 · Feb 2020
The blue poem
Whit Howland Feb 2020
I have the urge
to tweak
better yet

the dominant

out on the open
is a boat

painted blue
like the water
which is calm

it's placid

the yellow sun
off the water if

you were in that boat
you might get what is called
a blue water tan

we are happy
we are jubilant

not sad

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract word art
694 · Aug 2017
Postcard of Malta
Whit Howland Aug 2017

I've seen you
only in sepia tones
on a cardboard postcard

you're a little turquoise bay
rimmed with toy houses
and piers with matchstick boats

that dangle on strings
as they rise and fall
with the tide

we've never met

but I feel
we're kissing cousins
and like Saucelito

I'll dig you

and I'll envelope myself
in your streets your cafes
your denizens

and though I may
never know you
I feel I finally understand
what true love is

as I continue to mold you
like you are rich
river bottom clay

  Whit Howland © 2017
685 · Mar 2021
Whit Howland Mar 2021


augmented with a swirl
of whip cream

and life clicks by
like a carousel

way too fast

whit howland © 2021
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Whit Howland Sep 2019
to write about
how much I miss you

I want to create
from a place

songs of

are not
for those who
all night

but for ones
who refuse


© Whit Howland 2019
Not so much the message, but about the function of poetry in general.
641 · Nov 2019
Moon Glow
Whit Howland Nov 2019
your face
in abstract shades

solid features like
eyes ears and nose

fell prey
to brush and blender

transformed now
into degrees of moon glow

Whit Howland © 2019
Abstract Word  Painting. De-personification of the moon.
637 · Dec 2020
Sultry Evening
Whit Howland Dec 2020
Steam rises
from a sweetened


and a once
bitter cup of coffee

now swirling
with Dorsett cream

we (you and I)

are talking about

we swear

it's so delicious
or shall we say


whit howland © 2020
A Jazz word painting. An original.
637 · Jul 2019
Whit Howland Jul 2019
I've come to love

and know
the color blue to mean
not a Blue Monday
Blue Note or joke
and don't much care to sing the Blues

or for that matter
give them
because truth be told
most of the time

I want to caucus
with those
pumping and stumping
for a Blue Hawaii
or the warm blue waters

pickling poetically
the clam shell white bottom

of Palancar Reef

Whit Howland © 2019
632 · Jul 2018
Johnny's Guitar
Whit Howland Jul 2018
it is with deepest regret
that i don't have something better
to tell you about love

about being a sugar cube
you stir into a cup of coffee
to make it less bitter

its never worked that way for me
and I've always had to think

of something tired and stripped
of all its varnish  and dignity

something I've already asked
way too much of and yet
is still there for me  
night after night

when my voice  and words
have long since failed

@ 2018  Whit Howland
631 · Apr 2020
Whit Howland Apr 2020
We can't

keep them straight

mean well but
in time

our hand
cramps and quivers


we do whatever
makes the discomfort


hence the squiggle
the curve

or the corner

Whit Howland © 2020
An original.
608 · Sep 2021
Eye Opening
Whit Howland Sep 2021
A slash of red
on white canvas

aggression maybe

might is right
so clear

and pure

lots of kicking and screaming

I know that now

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601 · Sep 2021
Whit Howland Sep 2021
The sun shines so early
this morning

but your face reads cloudy
with a chance of smiting rain

what do we do where
do we go from here

I've taken this journey
with you before

to the point of no return

whit howland © 2021
600 · Nov 2019
Sunday at the Beach
Whit Howland Nov 2019
to disappear


red jade orange
dots or points on a paper or a fabric

and the ocean

blue splashes
with white

as the summer sun burns
at its brightest
before it drips and melts down to its wick

© Whit Howland 2019
Impressionistic Word Painting
598 · Jun 2020
pale light
Whit Howland Jun 2020
i'm watching it all fade
before my very eyes

as the light
what little left there is


Whit Howland © 2020
Minimal word painting
562 · Mar 4
March Madness
Whit Howland Mar 4
Much simpler
than a scramble
for a basketball

I'm crazy for the trees
to bud

for the warm air
and the thaw

and the crisp walks
under a freshly
minted blue sky

but most of all
I'm mad for you
that's right

it's mad love

for the woman
I would not have
any other way

that I want to march with
down the road
to our golden years.
537 · Jun 2019
Walking Taormina
Whit Howland Jun 2019
What seemed like
a long ride of
growling diesel
on a slash of road

up an
unforgiving cliff

once we gleaned
that ours
was not to battle

but rather
refer the case  
to a higher court

and now up here
in Taormina

the sky is clearly blue
the air so sweet and light

streets are  ruled with beyond
what we thought was gold

they're platinum

and the Cannolis

are to die for
528 · Aug 2017
To Puddles
Whit Howland Aug 2017
Your circus friends
the roustabouts trapeze girls
and all the other clowns

they've seen the light
and that's why they'll never call
and you know they'll never write

because of this
you swim in pity

to the joy of thousands
of  hollow fans

Whit Howland ©2017
523 · Sep 2020
Whit Howland Sep 2020
I  ponder

about the purpose
of dreams

and why the mind
isn't merely wiped clean

and reprogrammed
every night

when moonbeams
breach our windowpanes

kiss the skin

whit howland © 2020
522 · Jul 2019
Carribean Cruise
Whit Howland Jul 2019
gentle water
lapping the hull

bossa nova
clinking glasses
a tickle
of the piano's ivory keys
and you're lost

in giant strawberries
of a daiquiri
dribbling down your chin
onto your palm frond top
and shorts while you

swing and sway

tomorrow Ocho Rios Jamaica
but today sun and sea

tonight the crown stars
and a ruby juicy
fingernail moon

Whit Howland © 2019
511 · Jan 28
Whit Howland Jan 28
wrinkled with age

but trusty

case in point
without the fluff

we are talking about a grip
that's been through it all

seen it all
and stood the test of time
A word painting with a straightforward message.
501 · Sep 2020
Whit Howland Sep 2020
but before you go
can I ask you

was there a rhyme
reason purpose or

meaning of the thing

I ask this

because they're playing and

your anthem your

that'll slip you into dreamland

Whit Howland © 2020
492 · Nov 2020
Whit Howland Nov 2020
He pulls up the stoop
the doors slide shut
the wheels turn

the silver cars lurch
the last whistle blasts

too late

there's no grousing
no second-guessing
and no need for tears

whit howland © 2020
A word painting with a straight forward message.
Whit Howland Jun 2020
Let's not make a federal production
out of this

it's just laundry

clean not *****

trousers shirts
socks and underthings

flapping like pennants
in a breeze

on a clear day

with a pastel blue sky
and warmed by the sun

Whit Howland © 2020
This could be construed as  a "Red Wheel Barrow" knock off. I'm okay with that.
478 · Feb 2021
Jigsaw Puzzle
Whit Howland Feb 2021
A swatch of sky
literally blue

a patch of green
light to dark

swirls and flourishes
impressions of flowers

red brick
and the color of stone

eyes ears hands feet
and a nose

is it deep
it is not

and it isn't really that

it just takes time
and patience

whit howland © 2021
A word painting with a straight forward message.
462 · Aug 2020
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Do I miss you
I can't say that I do

but make no mistake
this is still a love poem

but about loving different

about opening my eyes
and smelling

a much different flavor
of coffee

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
452 · Oct 2019
London Skyline
Whit Howland Oct 2019
London Eye
                you spin
                     you twirl

all circular motion
                    so high
                       above a city

Big Ben though silent
                you still keep time
                               so fast
slipping through the gaps
                    my hand
                          sifting sand

the guard


the Thames
         steady moving
              crossing bridges

              when we come

Whit Howland © 2019
More Abstract Word Art with word play. Imagistic stream of consciousness.
451 · Feb 2021
Slices of Ham
Whit Howland Feb 2021
just one minute
in the microwave

and watch it bubble and


slabs of fat
and all

Lord please

let me be forever

and gladly  and

my penance

whit howland © 2021
445 · Jul 2019
Last day on the job
Whit Howland Jul 2019
Not the first day of the rest
of your life

nor a chance to revel
in new beginnings

trains have already
left their stations and ships
their ports

some advice my grandmother
once gave

just write a note

I've treasured our time
sorry it couldn't have lasted longer

but alas

it was perhaps 
as long as it needed to be

whit howland  ©  2019
The idea of not knowing what it all meant and why it had to go.
429 · Jul 2019
Whit Howland Jul 2019
past simile
past metaphor
we longed again
for clanking


the shrieking
so bad
we could no longer
turn our backs
or shut the door

we called

a plumber worked
into the night

snaking the drain

his pound of cure
could only repair

whit howland  © 2019
428 · Jan 2020
Whit Howland Jan 2020
To understand
what I'm driving at
you must go beyond

words sentences

and let all

the punctuation
float away
like dandelion seeds

then think
and speak

about the symmetry
of the thing

like say

a leaf

is it a heart

or is it a diamond

and ask yourself
why I'm looking
at you

wanting you

to see

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract word art. Marriage of Rod Mckuen and Robert Creeley.
426 · Nov 2020
The Party
Whit Howland Nov 2020
The gray sky
and minimal sunlight

with the hard earth

seems so small
in Winter

and it makes me feel
so alone

almost like I'm trapped inside
of myself

whit howland © 2020
Minimal word painting. An original,
425 · Aug 2021
Natural Observation
Whit Howland Aug 2021
Sun's rays

the bronchial

of the bare trees
in late Fall

leaving me with
windless and limp sails

whit howland © 2021
A word painting. An original.
424 · Aug 2020
Claire de lune
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Please know that I have mad love
for you


tonight the moon is as robust
as Zorba the Greek

that is why I do the crazy things
I do

Whit Howland © 2020
Minimal word painting.
419 · May 2021
Whit Howland May 2021
i sweep
the floor

i drag your valises
up to your room

I park your

i avail
or profit from your loss

i am your worst nightmare
as i stamp out all existence of you

whit howland © 2021
An abstract word painting.
412 · Nov 2019
Snowy Afternoon
Whit Howland Nov 2019
The little brush
used to dab over words
typed or misspoke

and that made globules
of white paint
on the page

someone's whiting out a canvas

over images and words
that have grown stale
and no longer serve them well

Whit Howland © 2019
A word painting
411 · Nov 2019
a drawing of Paris
Whit Howland Nov 2019
but the shape
of things to come

the Seine
Notre Dame
in pencil rubbings and erasures

the mind
a potter's wheel
with clay raw and ready to be tossed

Whit Howland © 2019
Word Painting.
411 · Aug 9
"That's my time"
Whit Howland Aug 9
In the sun
and that I have

for my day
in court

not in front
but behind the mic

without it
my voice is timid

my resolve flimsy
and shifting
An abstract word painting.
408 · Jul 2020
A velvet painting
Whit Howland Jul 2020
With Spartan
and syntax

life stripped
down to only
what we need

it doesn't get
more luxuriant
than that

Whit Howland © 2020
Another minimal word painting. An original.
407 · Jul 2019
Ghiradelli Square
Whit Howland Jul 2019
Not new
but new to you

your first Nikon
my father gifted

when he saw
your countless

it was six years old

but it was like
a wrecking ball

concrete blocks
and mason's tools

******* in an
ethereal sky blue

which sparked
your desire for art
and commerce

coupled with my need
to find again
the line and verse

in the harbor fog

and record it
for posterity

that ultimately
leveled and rebuilt

in what felt like
three days

a  beautiful thing

that will
and should never

cease and desist

Whit Howland © 2019
404 · Sep 2020
Whit Howland Sep 2020
Like we are  traveling
by rail
through bucolic scenes of villages
hamlets and vineyards

with the sun bright-eyed
and fresh
in a sky that's marbled
and blue

it's the concerto
we hear when we
close our eyes
plug our ears

and write the
to the soundtrack
of our lives

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting with a straight forward message. An original.
399 · Aug 19
Whit Howland Aug 19
they have no tails

and not much of one to tell

just *****
of nonsensical verse

and joy

the mind is best
when the mind is at play

An abstract word painting.
395 · Dec 2021
Note on the Refrigerator
Whit Howland Dec 2021
Went to the store
for bread

eggs sugar
and milk

don't worry
about this morning

all will be well
An imagistic word painting. An original.
393 · Jan 2021
Whit Howland Jan 2021
To be hell ridden
of the itch of worry

are words I wish
I wrote

but alas
they are what I've found

more vestiges
of you

for much of what
I own

poetically is

and the best
I can do
392 · Feb 2021
Tired Eyes
Whit Howland Feb 2021
The glow of the cigarette
still bright orange

but yet it droops
and blue smoke curls

upward causing
a set of pale blue

watery eyes
to blink rapidly

is a powerful force

that sets many wheels
in motion

whit howland © 2021
A word painting with a straight forward message. An original.
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