The Poems of David Garlick
The hours spent in countless woven dreams, that wont endure, the light of dawning day. A mystery of tangled thoughts or vague ideas, that fill our minds, while our slumber lasts. So clear the words of story, dream or poem, how do we lose so quickly brilliant lines, unless we rise to quietly leave our […]
The Bittern bit a bit of bitter bread. But bitter Bitterns can’t bite they peck. A Bittern bird can bite bread by beaking it, but a beak can’t bite it, though it can break it. Broken bits can be pecked by a beak. Bitten bits, broken by the Bittern’s beak, can be bitter to the […]
From gritty words to cries of hate the war grinds on, as does debate. The prophecy of sand and death has been fulfilled, we are bereft. The wounded hidden from the eye, in places unfit for men to die. They gave their eyes, limbs and mind or left their tattered lives behind. Their words […]
Peace on the earth, good will to man. The carols float upon the air. Lights hang on trees or outline eaves, to celebrate that Christmas star. Yet somehow in our eager haste; as rushing through the streets we go. We find our lives have lost that theme that was our gift, so long ago. […]