The Poems of David Garlick
He looked like a Sergeant Major, in a cavalry regiment. Quite dapper with a trim mustache and a Van Dyke beard, well kempt. He sat in lordly splendor in a arm chair at the dump. Directing those who came each day, to drop stuff off and take away the things that lay about. […]
If we wrote the words of a song, would we only use one word, dull? If we wrote the music to this song would we only use one note, bland? If we sang this song would we give it life with rhythms? Or would it be sung dull and blandly? If we sang […]
Are deserts desolate and bare, to you, dear reader of these lines? Do you fear barren, ravaged cliffs, deep frowning fissures, thirsty rocks? Does lack of water or thickening tongue bring dread when thinking of a place, where you are alien and lost on a great plain that never ends. But there is also […]
What stroke of pen or smear of paint can match the greatness of a simple flower? What knowledge of this world, one day one night? can match a cloud or wave upon an ocean? What emotion greater than the sacrifice of love or more vile than the hates which emanate from men? With all […]