Monday, June 1, 2020



Pathway Exploration

I explore this path meandering

bare foot in childhood

with innocence and a new confidence.

Anticipating what lies beyond maturing hills in the soil opulent with hope. Emancipated hearts of deep canyons embracing errant dreams every newborn breeze from somewhere.

This path is intimate

Its turns and crevices beckon

towards humble oaks and rocky cliffs.

Dormant meadows provoke in a  late summers sun cooled in twilight. Stars impregnate the semi-darkness, enlightening the way to middle life.

Do I know this path?

Should I speak to the people?

Wandering past acknowledgements

Most do not see the great loads they carry. They do not hear as we share our burdens burned in sunsets. The path is aged in wear. We will not need much when we reach the end.

Black Starlight

I shall embrace through collapsing cities
her sweet madness- beautiful as snow
that by starlight star which is melting
her dark flowerlike cheek slipping  of worlds
on a journey, down the lingering black river
To the evening zephyr in each soft corner
Black -
where heaven is sleeping, streaked by the
heavy waves embroidered with black moss
her great veils rising mount in my soul yet

Night Cemetery Vision

Moonlight bathes headstones
In elongated shadows,
Casting a cynical glow.

Perfectly aligned mercenaries
Long ago legions,
Covenants to life’s carnage.

Brittle cement markers
Forgotten names etched and
Adorned in plastic flowers.

Resurrected in moments,
Dream state paralysis-
Are you remembered tonight?


A curtain, shroud-like
Sheds dust falling gently
Like an early morning snowfall
To disappear on the dingy floor.

The man looks around
The walls peeling and stained
Seem to compliment his
Old and almost useless furniture.

Living alone, the room seems
To wrap itself around him
Tighter and tighter until
Anxiety and solitude are the new daybreak.


Every baby is born to greatness
there is a stainless beauty
installed in a clean heart
love and tolerance
wired into the soul

The Latin Vulgate
an icon of purpose
imbues and cicerones
the steady hand
of a mother and father

Lost in luminescent daylight
and memories of thermal water
to what end
humanity awaits
its glorious creation


CARL SCHARWATH, has appeared globally with 150+ journals selecting his poetry, short stories, interviews, essays, plays or art photography (His photography was featured on the cover of 6 literary journals.) Two poetry books 'Journey To Become Forgotten' (Kind of a Hurricane Press).and 'Abandoned' (ScarsTv) have been published. His first photography book was recently published by Praxis. Carl is the art editor for Minute Magazine, poetry editor for TL Publishing Group, a competitive runner and 2nd degree black- belt in Taekwondo.

1 comment :

  1. Fantastic and riveting poetry. I enjoyed my visit there.