The emergence of our modern Eve
Heralds a new era, cultivating her garden with a heart
Brimming in stories of triumph over adversity
And liberation from societal constraints.
Carl Scharwath, a renowned poet from USA, shares his poems
Carl Scharwath, has appeared globally with 175+ journals selecting his writing or art. Carl has published three poetry books and his latest book “Ebb Tide Reflections,” features poetry, short stories and photography (World Inkers, NYC.) Carl has four photography books, published by Praxis and CreatiVingenuitiy. His photography was also exhibited in the Mount Dora and The Leesburg Centers for the Arts. Carl is currently a co-editor with ILA Magazine and was the art editor for Minute Magazine. He was nominated for three The Best of the Net Awards (2021-23.)
The Second Coming of Eve
In the tranquil pauses between breaths,
Resonates a silent anthem, echoing through history’s corridors.
It is the voice of women, not a call to arms,
But a gentle yet resolute whisper that reverberates through the ages.
A tapestry of femininity woven with threads of courage, resilience
And unyielding determination in the face of past injustices.
The emergence of our modern Eve
Heralds a new era, cultivating her garden with a heart
Brimming in stories of triumph over adversity
And liberation from societal constraints.
With each stride forward, she uplifts her
Sisters, harmonizing their voices in a symphony of empowerment.
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Whispers of Abstraction
The door within the wall,
Optical symbols in shadows cast,
Poetry of liquid words,
In a dance of whispered sighs.
Through that portal, we discern,
Small pictures on a staged canvas,
Painting dreams with artistry,
The actors left unseen.
Time’s embrace, a fleeting waltz,
A tapestry of life abstractly spun,
Yet in the hush of souls’ respite,
Eternal echoes gently fade away.
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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.
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