The Poems of David Garlick
The noon sun shone from a cloudless sky, making brilliant points of light, diamonds on the ruffled waters. Perhaps the seeds that stars grow from to fill the nights sky, when the sun sleeps and the moon hides her face. Later the sun melted and ran like butter on the sea. Golden splotches stretched […]
We promised. “We will remember you!” How quickly we forget. Their cries of anguish echo through time, cursing wars glorified by books, statues and poems. Cries that fall on deaf ears. Their deaths made meaningless, by greed, foolishness and revenge. Tell us, you who would wage war. Tell us, what fighting solves? Tell us […]
Softly, softly, softly and now we are old! Where did all those years go? They were filled with seconds, minutes, days, weeks and months. Each, at the time, so important but now lost in forgetfulness. Strange how the mind censures the bad, leaving only the bright and positive. Those shadows are still there but […]
Greater the power that is yours, more the ‘face’ that you may lose. Tread softly where the blossoms lie, in another persons field. David Garlick, Japan, March, 1992 written in protest for the way the Japanese are taking over other countries by buying their way in and yet do not become part […]