3 poems by Carl Scharwath

Telos

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 collapsing leaves turn 
After their first death and sleep
In the place of forgotten Gods.





Tabula Rasa

I saw the ethos 
of a generation destroyed-
mourning the philosophers
In their artful vision.

The sense datum clouds
with cries and songs
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.





Algor

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 this ideology doctrine.

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Carl Scharwath has appeared globally with 175+ journals selecting his writing or art. Carl has published three poetry books and his latest book “Playground of Destiny,” features poetry, short stories, and photography (Impspired Press). Carl has four photography books, two were published by Praxis in Africa, and two by CreatiVingenuitiy. His photography was also exhibited in the Mount Dora Center and The Leesburg Center for The Arts. Carl was the art editor for Minute Magazine (4 years.) He was nominated for two The Best of the Net Awards (2021-22.)

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