By Carl Scharwath
Two evening lovers’ echoes In you forgotten dreams and memories of essence. Touch wordlessly in a greater optimism. Waves of summer morn Under a cloudless sky with flickering lights of desire. Turning like a dancer alone on the stage of life The evening leaves turn after Their first death and sleep In the place of forgotten Gods. Does it break you apart to see the expectation so muddled?
I saw the ethos of a generation destroyed- mourning the philosophers In their artful vision. The sense datum clouds with cries of the nymphs welcoming new world dawns. Mentality is, in its way forming, a sign of hopeful intelligence. Knavish roadblocks obstruct triumphant returns to Arcadia. Asterism fills my sight As the false memories Of a partial Utopia Flood my soul.
Like a winter landscape fearful Of revealing what lies underneath And I-one minute Adrift from myself. Opening up to you Is as easy as breathing In the quest for completion Of a new threshold. Poetry is a constructed conversation On the frontier of dreaming. I cannot help but freeze-and Scrutinize the ideology doctrine.
Carl Scharwath, has appeared globally with 170+ journals selecting his poetry, short stories, interviews, essays, plays or art. Two poetry books Journey to Become Forgotten (Kind of a Hurricane Press) and Abandoned (Scars Tv) have been published. His new book “The Playground of Destiny” (Impspired Press 8/21) features short stories, poems and photography. His first photography book was published by Praxis in Africa. His photography was also exhibited in the Mount Dora Center for The Arts and Leesburg Center for The Arts galleries. Carl is the art editor for Minute Magazine (USA,) has a monthly interview column with ILA Magazine, a competitive runner, and a 2nd degree black- belt in Taekwondo