The Poems of David Garlick
The jagged sound dragged me grittily from sleep; though the night still clung darkly. Damp stillness and piercing silence deafened my ears. Terror or awakening sense to touch another soul searching forlorn, in the numbness of forever. The hell of loneliness, a brief call from the black. Was it ghost, dream or the echo – […]
I’m only a Mud Shrimp, a ghost in the slime but my work is important, of ancient design. There are others that live here, part of the chain, please don’t evict us, It is you we sustain. David Garlick, North Saanich, May, 2005 This poem was written and presented to help preserve […]
Bikini on a towel, on a rock, near the sea shore, or Sun auburn hair, on a rock, in a stream? Splendidly brief, in the sun like a sculpture, or Alone in a forest, butterflies, fill the air? Both beings of beauty, one of show, one of substance. […]
I knew a man and now he is gone. I did not know him well; just at bowls. He seemed kind, a cheerful happy man. I liked him but I did not really know him. One day I heard he was dying of cancer. I did not visit him; he had many friends, why […]