Friday, May 19, 2023

Mimesis By Lauren Scharhag

my father used to say
to recreate the human form
is the pinnacle of art. 
i used to think 
he only said that 
because his father 
painted landscapes. 
that was before 
i knew of 
the human tendency 
to find faces in everything,
the scowl of tree bark, 
the silver-tongued rivers. 
the world holding us
in its mouth,
like Saturn 
about to bite down.





Lauren Scharhag is the author of fourteen books, including Requiem for a Robot Dog (Cajun Mutt Press) and Languages, First and Last (Cyberwit Press). Her work has appeared in over 100 literary venues around the world. Recent honors include the Seamus Burns Creative Writing Prize, two Best of the Net nominations, and acceptance into the 2021 Antarctic Poetry Exhibition. She lives in Kansas City, MO. To learn more about her work, visit: www.laurenscharhag.blogspot.com


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