Sunday, 14 April 2024

Five Poems by Robert Witmer

 



Enter time … an imaginary garage

 

“This place has only three exits, sir: Madness and Death.”
― Rene Daumal, A Night of Serious Drinking

 

a songbird

hidden in the bush

she kneads the dough

 

a case of empties

dropped to the floor

he rattles on

 

school supplies

near the entrance

an armed guard

 

the stale breath

of another city street

a black tooth in the billboard smile

 

bright lights

in an icy sky

thought police

 

the winter sun

on a cool pair of shades

abracadabra

 

sunlight

in a honeycomb

the prostitute’s smile

 

rainbow-tinted shades

the corpse in the news

on my new tv

 

demagogues

sowing seeds

coal plants

 

tribal land

moccasins of summer cloud

follow the failing light

 

the rope from a bell

dangles in an empty well

listening for rain

 

sad eyes

above a painted smile

the clown’s red nose

 

do not go gentle

at the twilight’s last gleaming

buffalo roam

 

tiny fish

tickle the waves

ukulele

 

the bow

on the gift of life

 

 

 

Rocking the Boat

 

There must have been little to do

On the ark, there two by two

Surrounded by the waters of God’s wrath.

Only Noah could have objected,

Yet at six hundred years of age,

He too had a mate.

 

Some believe in salvation

From an immaculate conception;

Some simply calculate

Profit and loss.

 

Search the wide world

With a crow or a dove:

From deep in the waters

We rise rich in love.

 

 

 

Philomela

 

weaving in silence

her dreams

lines of sunshine

an empty birdcage

written on the wall

 

 

 

Strange Poems

 

the strange poems

birds write against the sky

the hawk’s rondel

the sparrow’s haiku

the swallow’s villanelle

and when the cold wind blows

the white swan's requiem

 

 

 

The Stuff of Dreams

 

What is sleep

to the pillow

stuffed with feathers

from dead birds?


 


 

Robert Witmer has lived in Japan for the past 45 years. Now an emeritus professor, he has had the opportunity to teach courses in poetry and creative writing not only at his home university in Tokyo but also in India. His poems and prose poetry have appeared in many print and online journals and books. His first book of poetry, a collection of haiku titled Finding a Way, was published in 2016. A second book of poetry, titled Serendipity, was published earlier this year (2023).


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