The Poems of David Garlick
Grief that poises us upon a precipice, to dash one down without the joys of flight. Grief that shakes bent shoulders endlessly, leaves tattered shadows, deep remorse. Kind hands or blessed solitude – to break the chain of dreams and doom. Remorselessly time moves across the sun, the soul is sated but still fragile, […]
The nave was hung with a curtain of music. Heavy organ chords and blasts of sounds that echoed, chasing each other for space, overlapping and swallowing one another. Then the crystal trumpet notes soared to hang like snow flakes weightless in the air. The sound of frosted ice bells chiming. Together a great tapestry stirred […]
Is beauty experienced through the ugliness of the next frame? If there is no contrast, who may say what is beautiful? The eye is not the only sense to dwell in the halls of loveliness. Neither should anyone dictate what beauty really is. Each must set a standard for them-self and cherish what the mind […]
I shall not always dwell in this place, with its grimy walls and cold damp streets. Where weeds push through chinks and foul air stinks of soot and the mill by the river. For I shall lie under cool clean air, Where the sky arches blue and white clouds sail. Where the wind blows […]