Neon Prism Gaze by Danica Cvieta Milić

Photo Art © Carl Scharwath

Neon Prism Gaze

In neon-lit streets, where shadows play,

A prism's gaze refracts the city's sway,

Vibrant hues ignite, like sparks fly,

Unleashing energy, a futuristic delight.

Yellow-orange whispers, a joyful shout,

Optimism bursts, as creativity sprouts,

Bold and bright, like a sunrise high,

Illuminating paths, where dreams take flight.

Pink pulses beat, like a techno heart,

Retro-futurism, a modern work of art,

Green lasers cut, through the urban haze,

A neon dreamworld, where individuality's praised.

In this kaleidoscope, we find our stage,

A world of self-expression, where we engage,

Unconventional, playful, and boldly lit,

The neon prism's gaze invites us to emit.

A burst of energy, a creative spark,

In this vibrant dawn, we leave our mark.

© Danica Cvieta Milić

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Danica Cvieta Milić

Danica Cvieta Milić is a Dutch-Peruvian poet born in Lima, Peru, to a Croatian family. She has lived and worked in various countries. Her experiences have shaped her perspective and inspired her writing, which she crafts in English and Spanish.

A bilingual poet, Danica has been recognized for her cultural work, receiving the World Prize for Cultural Excellence from the Hispanic World Union of Writers (UHE) in 2016 and 2017. 

At the core of her work is the belief that "understanding how passion transmits emotion to the senses is related to the constant flow of universal energy that is part of life." Her poetry and writings aim to capture the essence of the senses, inviting readers on a journey through the magical world of literature.

She is currently working on her first poetry book.

Carl Scharwath

Carl Scharwath has appeared in 175+ journals worldwide, selecting his writing or art for publication. Carl has published four books of poetry and photography. He was nominated for four Best of the Net Awards (2022-25) and two different 2023 Pushcart Nominations for poetry and a short story.

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REVEALING By Danica Cvieta Milić

Photo Art © Carl Scharwath

REVEALING

How can I not thank
Life for having you now?
How can I not think of you
if you are the owner of my mind?
How can I forgive time for not
allowing me to discover you before?
How can I not understand that
the past is the same present?
How could I know that you were hiding
behind a star and this universe
had not revealed your shadow yet?

Blue universe where I shine
because you give me your light,
deep universe as deep as your love...
How can I not reveal myself to you,
if you are me and I am you?
With your love you do magic
from nothing and nothing
becomes everything
in your presence!

© Danica Cvieta Milić

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Danica Cvieta Milić

Danica Cvieta Milić is a Dutch-Peruvian poet born in Lima, Peru, to a Croatian family. She has lived and worked in various countries. Her experiences have shaped her perspective and inspired her writing, which she crafts in English and Spanish.

A bilingual poet, Danica has been recognized for her cultural work, receiving the World Prize for Cultural Excellence from the Hispanic World Union of Writers (UHE) in 2016 and 2017. 

At the core of her work is the belief that "understanding how passion transmits emotion to the senses is related to the constant flow of universal energy that is part of life." Her poetry and writings aim to capture the essence of the senses, inviting readers on a journey through the magical world of literature.

She is currently working on her first poetry book.

Carl Scharwath

Carl Scharwath has appeared in 175+ journals worldwide, selecting his writing or art for publication. Carl has published four books of poetry and photography. He was nominated for four Best of the Net Awards (2022-25) and two different 2023 Pushcart Nominations for poetry and a short story.

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Goddess of green by Sabrina Rubin

Anirudh Bharat

Goddess of green

This city is overcast today.

Yet as I stand by the window, peering past the black grill, 

I see the roads buzzing with rickshaws, cars, and people.

Though my world is confined within fifteen hundred square feet,

I hardly need even that much space.

I stay awake at night,

But my truce with the stars ended long ago.

Life now drifts on like a cactus

Pierced by the pain or affection of this rare, square-shaped machine.

Sometimes I wonder...

Would it have been better if I were not human, 

but a fruit-bearing tree instead?

They say trees have no hearts,

No sorrow, no pain,

No hopes, no longing,

No love, no joy

Yet nature befriends them.

They speak with stars,

Fall in love with the moonlight.

Quench their thirst in countless monsoons.

And in the end,

In buds, leaves, blossoms, roots,

Fragrance, fruits, and the shade of tender care

Worn-out Tree Goddess gives herself away.

© Sabrina Rubin

Sabrina Ruben
Photography by Carl Scharwath

Sabrina Ruben is not only a poet but a renowned physician. She is accomplished in art and literature. She has been awarded a bronze medal from the Writers Association of Crimea in the Chekov Autumn festival, the Buriganga award, the Gujrat Shahitiya Academy award, the PEN Palestine Peace Award, and the Bangladesh International Fame Award, among others. She is also a lyricist, having created so many songs in Bangla and English.

Carl Scharwath

Carl Scharwath has appeared in 175+ journals worldwide, with his writing or art selected for publication. Carl has published four books of poetry and photography. He was nominated for four Best of the Net Awards (2022-25) and two different 2023 Pushcart Nominations for poetry and a short story.

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The Door by Carl Scharwath

 

Ekaterina Astakhova

The Door

{A story poem} 

In the quiet of twilight, where the edges of dreams blur with reality, an old man stands before a door. It is not just any door; it is the door. Weathered wood, splintered by time, and hinges rusted with a forgotten life. The door stands as a sentinel of memory, guarding the threshold between what was and what could be. 

He reaches out a trembling hand, fingers tracing the grain, feeling the stories etched into its surface. Each line, each knot, a chapter of a life lived. The door is heavy with the weight of years, yet it swings effortlessly in the realm of dreams, inviting, beckoning. 

In a room somber with twilight, 

an old man sits, 

his silhouette 

a ghost of yesterdays. 

 

Shadows span across the walls, 

whispering secrets of time, 

silent witnesses 

To dreams once held, now dissolved. 

 

His hands, rough and worn, 

trace patterns in the air, 

a ritual of absence, 

a prayer for what was lost 

 

The clock ticks on, 

a metronome to his solitude, 

each second a heartbeat, 

every minute of a lifetime. 

 

The door is freedom, 

beckoning, seducing 

promising a life of  

memories untold, unshared. 

 

The prison of the room 

as silence reigns supreme 

he finds a kind of peace, 

a quiet place to dream. 

© Carl Scharwath

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Carl Scharwath

Carl Scharwath has appeared globally in 175+ journals, selecting his writing or art. Carl has published four poetry and photography books. He was nominated for four Best of the Net Awards (2021-24) and two different 2023 Pushcart Nominations for poetry and a short story.

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