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

of a kite on a string

reaching
for the stratus
and

swaying and  gliding
rhythmically

like one partner
in a ballroom dance

as it soars
higher and higher
on its journey
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

ignoring
your ghost
down at the edge
of the pond

and loving and
understanding
the words you
once wrote

Art
soul
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
793 · Mar 21
Karaoke
Whit Howland Mar 21
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
sickness
and the pain

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

punctuation
we deserve
and just

end this!

whit howland © 2021
An abstract word painting. An original.
760 · 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

green  
with summer


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

in a wavy
glass bottle

so sweet
tangy
and tingly

riding its way
down
your gullet

like pounding surf

what memories

of such a crude
but tasty delight

and of a sunny
long lost

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

but like all our other
adventures

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
A WIP.
688 · Feb 2020
The blue poem
Whit Howland Feb 2020
I have the urge
to tweak
better yet

subvert
the dominant
paradigm

out on the open
ocean
is a boat

painted blue
like the water
which is calm
actually

it's placid

the yellow sun
reflects
off the water if

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

we are happy
moreover
we are jubilant

not sad

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract word art
Whit Howland Sep 2019
Though
tempted
to write about
how much I miss you

I want to create
from a place
of
enlightenment

songs of
loss
misery
sadness

are not
for those who
flew
all night

into
tomorrow
but for ones
who refuse

to
make
the
trip

© Whit Howland 2019
Not so much the message, but about the function of poetry in general.
634 · Mar 19
Strawberries
Whit Howland Mar 19
red

delectable
plump

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.
614 · 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.
609 · 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
607 · Apr 2020
Lines
Whit Howland Apr 2020
We can't

keep them straight
we

mean well but
in time

our hand
cramps and quivers

and

we do whatever
makes the discomfort

stop

hence the squiggle
the curve

or the corner
cut

Whit Howland © 2020
An original.
606 · Dec 2020
Sultry Evening
Whit Howland Dec 2020
Steam rises
from a sweetened

deal

and a once
bitter cup of coffee

now swirling
with Dorsett cream

we (you and I)

are talking about
coffee

we swear

it's so delicious
or shall we say

delectable

whit howland © 2020
A Jazz word painting. An original.
578 · Nov 2019
Sunday at the Beach
Whit Howland Nov 2019
time
to disappear

become

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

and the ocean

blue splashes
capped
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
562 · 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

flickers


Whit Howland © 2020
Minimal word painting
511 · Aug 2017
Postcard of Malta
Whit Howland Aug 2017
Malta

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

Malta
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
494 · 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

dissipated
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
488 · 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
484 · Sep 2020
Sleep
Whit Howland Sep 2020
Often
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

and
kiss the skin

whit howland © 2020
483 · Jul 2019
Cozumel
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
469 · Nov 2020
Departure
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.
464 · Sep 2020
Birdland
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
singing

your anthem your
lullaby

that'll slip you into dreamland

Whit Howland © 2020
442 · Aug 2020
You
Whit Howland Aug 2020
You
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
things

about opening my eyes
and smelling

a much different flavor
of coffee

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original.
441 · 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
poolside

tomorrow Ocho Rios Jamaica
but today sun and sea

tonight the crown stars
and a ruby juicy
fingernail moon

Whit Howland © 2019
428 · Feb 21
Slices of Ham
Whit Howland Feb 21
just one minute
in the microwave

and watch it bubble and
sizzle

greasy

slabs of fat
and all

Lord please

let me be forever
guilty

and gladly  and
eternally

doing
my penance


whit howland © 2021
418 · 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.
409 · Aug 2020
Claire de lune
Whit Howland Aug 2020
Please know that I have mad love
for you

plus

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.
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
rubbed

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.
409 · Jan 2020
Syntax
Whit Howland Jan 2020
To understand
what I'm driving at
you must go beyond

words sentences
paragraphs

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.
407 · Feb 11
Jigsaw Puzzle
Whit Howland Feb 11
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
complicated

it just takes time
and patience

whit howland © 2021
A word painting with a straight forward message.
402 · Nov 2020
The Party
Whit Howland Nov 2020
The gray sky
and minimal sunlight

coupled
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,
399 · Jul 2019
Repair
Whit Howland Jul 2019
past simile
past metaphor
we longed again
for clanking

fact

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

we called

a plumber worked
into the night

violently
snaking the drain

his pound of cure
could only repair


whit howland  © 2019
388 · Nov 2019
a drawing of Paris
Whit Howland Nov 2019
crude
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.
387 · 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

outside
someone's whiting out a canvas
painting

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

Whit Howland © 2019
A word painting
386 · Jul 2020
A velvet painting
Whit Howland Jul 2020
With Spartan
sentences
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.
378 · Sep 2020
Vignette
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
music
to the soundtrack
of our lives

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting with a straight forward message. An original.
376 · 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
       changing

life
    flowing

the Thames
         steady moving
              crossing bridges

London
              when we come

Whit Howland © 2019
More Abstract Word Art with word play. Imagistic stream of consciousness.
373 · 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
flowers

it was six years old

but it was like
a wrecking ball

concrete blocks
and mason's tools

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

which sparked
your desire for art
and commerce

coupled with my need
to find again
the line and verse

adrift
in the harbor fog

and record it
for posterity

that ultimately
leveled and rebuilt

reclaiming
in what felt like
three days

a  beautiful thing

that will
and should never

cease and desist

Whit Howland © 2019
366 · Jul 2019
Baseball
Whit Howland Jul 2019
even for
the non aficionado

when you say
such trite things as

step up to the plate

knock it out of the park

they can still feel
the solid oak of the bat

smell the oiled
leather of the glove

and hear the crack

as the ball soars
higher into the sky

past the cheap seats
and beyond

and I wonder

how could I
have dismissed

these words
and turns of phrases

so raw
golden
sweet and bardic

Whit Howland © 2019
363 · Feb 1
Tired Eyes
Whit Howland Feb 1
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

apathy
is a powerful force

that sets many wheels
in motion

whit howland © 2021
A word painting with a straight forward message. An original.
362 · Jun 2019
Rome
Whit Howland Jun 2019
but today
the sky was a canvas
of royal blue

the sun
a  blooming flowery yellow

and that's why
I can't say what I wanted to say

something about
for such hallowed ground
you're quite a ***** place

it just wouldn't fit
the  tone and tenor of this moment
however quick it is

because on this breezy
less then hazy
temperate afternoon

I know there's
someone up there that loves you

much like they love me too
359 · May 17
boot
Whit Howland May 17
i sweep
the floor

i drag your valises
up to your room

I park your
cars

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.
358 · Mar 2020
Late afternoon into evening
Whit Howland Mar 2020
Sometimes it's kicking
and screaming

suffering
or science

and in the pulling of
incisors

molars
that we find our common
yet secret voice

but it's worth
the pain and tears

if it strikes the flint
in each other's eyes

Whit Howland © 2020
A brief sentimental sappy meditation.
357 · Oct 2020
Main Street
Whit Howland Oct 2020
my life
flashing
by
like
a fast car
going on the green
and headed out of town

some twists and turns
a lot of missed calls
some lucky pulls
but ultimately a dead end

whit howland © 2020
A minimal word painting. An original. An anti pastoral.
357 · Jan 2
Bugle
Whit Howland Jan 2
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
yours

and the best
I can do
348 · May 2020
Cap Gun
Whit Howland May 2020
The smell was sweet
when you dropped

the hammer on that roll
of red ribbon

making the gunpowder
puff

and it almost smelled like success
when you watched

your imaginary foe
grab his chest

and fold over
that hitching post

Whit Howland © 2020
An original
346 · Sep 2019
City Desk
Whit Howland Sep 2019
Tied
like meat
with a butcher's knot

a bundle of papers
sits on the side walk

the rain

pelting
the front page

smudging
running
the news

now
a steady stream of ink

feeding into the storm drain

© Whit Howland 2019
Straight up imagery with a touch of surrealism.
340 · Jul 2019
Postcard
Whit Howland Jul 2019
In heated moments
I now to speak to my dad
with calm aplomb and authority

and he now sees I'm no longer
his boy with needs not met

but who am I


a question I'll scrawl
to myself on a postcard
with a half dead
felt tip pen

waikiki
now in sepia tones
fading and fainter
with each passing day

this weekend I thought
my wife and I were
un moored from our marriage

almost as if it happened
on an overnight flight

(the felt tip pen now dead)

but she sailed back to me
when I suggested we shop
for postcards

if they still exist

and send them
to each other even
though we are here
and not there

I'll also try to find
and buy a new felt tip pen

I like the way
the wet sloppy ink
kisses the card stock
336 · Jan 2020
Plug Nickel
Whit Howland Jan 2020
Plug

I get could get
lost

in you


you're so ugly

you're beautiful

I'll fall into you
and fall fast

for you

you'll turn me
upside down

and shake me
for change

then drop me

so I'll land face down
in the gutter

lapping up
puddles

upon puddles
of street-water

Whit Howland © 2020
Minimal Jazz Art.
334 · Jun 2020
Harbor Light
Whit Howland Jun 2020
A life like
mine

spent
scuttling

from point
to point

every once in awhile
a light

a respite



Whit Howland © 2020
A minimal word painting. An original.
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