By Robert Witmer
Tokyo, Japan
Herdsman: I am on the brink of dreadful speech.
Oedipus: And I of dreadful hearing. Yet I must hear.
wise men
the star that guides
on the blink
the labyrinth
behind her eyes
a broken thread
a brilliant idea
out of the blue
Icarus
twitter
the bead
in his whistle
sunlight
on ice
the banker’s smile
somewhere
in the dark room
a clock ticks
wild canaries
singing on the wing
from the coal mine
climate change
we turn to face
a firing squad
war
a fistful of ashes
in a game of dice
twisting shadows
beneath falling leaves
war’s children
little red rooster
the hen’s dream
sizzles in the skillet
First Published: Lothlorien Poetry Journal, September 2023