David Scheler Verse-Virtual 2017 March

March 2017

I have a wide range of interests that include gardening, fishing, cooking, music, oil painting, and poetry. I have served as a member of the Wisconsin Poet Laureate Commission, and my poems have been published in a number of journals, including the Aurorean, Avocet, Comstock Review, Main Street Rag, Mid-America Poetry Review, Reed, and Trestle Creek Review. I have recently reacquainted myself with the French language, and have translated over 100 of my poems into French.

Between evening and distance

there is a remote place
where Prussian blue
slurs into a fine line of ochre.
That space between
dog and wolf
where day
folds itself back into night,
swallows all shadow—
thought becomes sensation
and sleep devours dream

in a vertiginous tumble
dream swallows sensation
shadow devours sleep
and night
folds back into itself.
Between day and evening,
dog and wolf slur
into a fine line of ochre
where Prussian blue
is a remote place
between distance and evening.

Kaleidoscope

He looks through a hole
in the woven straw hat
that covers his face in the sun.

The glint that he sees there
creates prisms of spun glass
on a palette of sunset pastels

that lie behind black lines
which pattern themselves
as the organic rhythms

of tree rings, as malachite
and crystals
spilling the spectrum,

as striations swirling
like phantom fractals
embedded in a jewel.

In the hole of his hat:
the universe.

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