Poems | Carl Scharwath

Pensive

The mirror embraces the meditation of reality.

A fictional life that should have been.

Snowfall

Today, all it snows
are morsels: tiny,
abstract,
a restrained cover.

But last evening it
really snowed. Snow in an empty-handed
applause, a mad schizophrenic camouflage
of endearments: cold kisses and a subtle
dusting of affection, thick falling
loving father seeds that whip and pummeled
like songs. Life awakened, flakes in emphasis
rise to a crescendo of affirmation and
coldness, inside their souls.

The morning snow from a lazy sky
artificial stand-ins,
 falling slowly,
into the fortitude of loss.

Transfixed

The bright harvest moon
imbedded to Venus-
     appeared smaller and smaller
as the two celestial bodies
began an indifferent drift
away from each other.
Fingers punctured
the heavenly landscape-
to hold the moon
in your loving hands.

Tolero

The

     end

          shall

                 flee.

Sinister and brilliant against the shadows
Be luminous, the death has begun.
Opaque, intangible, yet saying goodbye.
With memories and fading sadness.
Unsure and nameless in the night.

                                                      A

                                            broken

                                promise

                      awaits.

The Night She Holds Me Close

Soft dreams vigorous
                Breath hues aromatics
                                 Sweltering love
                                             Clock inflection

In whose arms
Such a man chases his dream
And finds road-signs.

Intense! The end has died
Unafraid and tired
At the crossroads.

Indian Review | Author | Carl Scharwath : His work appears worldwide with over fifty published poems and five short stories.He recently won the National Poetry Contest award on behalf of Writers One Flight Up for his poem Snowfall

Carl Scharwath‘s work appears worldwide with over fifty published poems and five short stories.He recently won the National Poetry Contest award on behalf of Writers One Flight Up for his poem Snowfall. The poem was selected and critiqued by Vivian Shipley a Pulitzer Prize nominee. His first poetry book “Journey To Become Forgotten” was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press. His art photography is featured in the Conclave Journal.