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Carl Scharwath

Take some time for these words…

I Write Her

TRUE BEING

For a moment,
Frozen in the window of my soul.
Immersed in a disquieting vision.
Knowing I will never see you again.

NOMAD

The moon quivers in the morning ecstasy
Red roses dance with reflective dewdrops
Heaven’s knowledge and eternity held
In the rapture or a wanderer’s anguish.

AXIS

The passion shall escape
While the past,
Flickering hungry
Is bleached invisible.

You gaze at
The unfeigned light
Walking out determined
From your world.

Knowing how it feels
To be broken
And have a black hole
On your timeline.

CREPUSCULE

Living between all boundaries
the light is always within grasp
winding through the face of another.
Entangled in the capsule of darkness
waiting to move forward in love
and paint a new beginning.

~~~

Carl Scharwath has appeared globally with 150+ journals selecting his poetry, short stories, interviews, essays, plays or art photography. His photography was featured on…

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