The Poems of David Garlick
I sat there in the sunshine, waves soothing in my ear. One hand was on the “Down rigger,” the other clasped a beer. gbvvvg Ten salmon lay in ice below. The tide was at the slack. When a tingle ran up through my arm, then came a mighty thwack! I jumped up in an […]
There is a great beauty in sadness. It tells us that we are human, alive and aware of life around us. Our sorrow and sometimes our tears wash our wounds and we are whole again! David Garlick, Sidney, February, 2007 Alternate last lines. Our sorrow and sometimes tears cleanse us of […]
I often think about the tears which flare behind my eyes. Not for hurts, real or imagined, but rather for events in life which happen as time sweeps by, moments of emotion. Since youth I have fought this sting, fearing the scorn of other boys. The sneers and taunts that rain upon the sensitive, […]
The ugly “clomes” of England, seem to slouch a bit, with horrid little garages, in which a car wont fit, – because its full of all the stuff you love but have no room to hang, to place, or to enjoy the oppressive gathering gloom. They’re built of brick and matching tile, so all […]