CARL SCHARWATH

CARL SCHARWATH

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

Dreaming-

I shall embrace through collapsing cities

her sweet madness- beautiful as snow

that by starlight star which is melting

away!

Withering-

her dark flowerlike cheek slipping  of worlds

on a journey, down the lingering black river

To the evening zephyr in each soft corner

Studded.

Black -

where heaven is sleeping, streaked by the

heavy waves embroidered with black moss

her great veils rising mount in my soul yet

endless.

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?

Isolated

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.

Natality

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

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.