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Carl Scharwath

Published: November 11th, 2014

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Carl Scharwath's work appears internationally with over fifty published poems and six short stories. He recently won the National Poetry Contest award on behalf of Writers One Flight Up. 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 were featured in the Conclave Journal and Edgar Allen Poet.
Check out Carl's artwork that was published by us!
Tempest
A tissue of lies alights
dead and brown leaves scattering,
coagulating and evaporating.
The pine forest burns
and culls a wanderer to the road.
Trapped in a double life,
standing on the edge
of the past.
Anthropomorphism
Darkness dreams slowly as
she stands on the edge of space.
Empty crossings in corners
capture her in a constellation.
She is stardust she is earth.
Fallacious Weather
Schizophrenic rain danced
violently across
the medal roof

Two lovers awakened in the
tempest fury,
souls revived

A relationship ignited by
a silver cloud
twisted upside down

Their last night
phosphorescent sorrows
howling whisperers of denial

Crowning kisses
bodies encased
in a pharmaceutical straightjacket
Spatial
We confound
Paralyzed visions
Beyond the rain.

To your arms
The traveler
comes singing.

Cries from
A phonograph record,
The dance of logic.

Reflecting inward speech
And shadows that
Are perceived.

Reality vexes
the mind,
behind the eyes.

Adrift and detached
on the road
to nowhere.
My Daughters Window
For a moment
Frozen at the window
A peaceful vision glorifies.

The placid tree thrusts into
Our luminous sky.
Letting go in death
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