THREE POEMS – CARL SCHARWATH

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 the corner

capture her in a constellation.

She is stardust she is earth.

 

COUNTDOWN TO DARKNESS

 

Translucent and awake

lost in broad daylight.

The sun will vanish

flickering, unseeing.

Blurring at the edges

darkening, hesitant

and shinning curious.

The light evanescent

in a trace of sadness.

 

For how long

will a stranger stop

in a different light

as the end begins.

Looking for landmarks

talking to himself

at the edge

of the world.

Insanity feels good.