Still blue pond waters held the old man’s face. A reflection in every timeline of a history slowly coming upon its end. Interacting, jostling shapes distorting features once youthful, once purposeful. Images reflected in the sun dancing on ripples created from the breath of the sky. A family, a past and the memories of a happy time when the future held promise. Now in his vision he only sees the depths of black ink, emanating from a tannin-coated floor. He knew he was given everything needed for an unspecified time. The Sirens of the pond called him, opening their arms to a watery grave. Silently walking away to a new judgment, he waited for the second coming.
Carl Scharwath has appeared globally with 180+ journals. Carl has published four poetry books and his latest book Ebb Tide Reflections(World Inkers, NYC) features poetry, short stories and photography. He has also published four photography books. He was nominated for two Three Best of The Net Awards (2021-23).
