The Poems of David Garlick
I wanted to buy you a bright red Porche, a diamond ring, an Arab horse but all I have to give is love and this I give with all my heart. For twenty years a plant may grow. A little flower thats pure and white. Sometimes it’s petals wither and fade. sometimes the dew […]
Oh what a tail wagging, heart thumping, joy a new friend is! I remember a warm time; when there was another friend. She smelt of security, love, milk and other warm puppies. I think she must have been my first friend, “a Long Tongue.” At that time, long ago, I could not see; only […]
To some a clarity of mind. To some the sense from whence the wind. To some to draw, to paint, to carve. Each a skill we can hone or lose. Each is a gift but it’s not free. For it must be accounted for. If all we do is ride along, forgetting the […]
I awoke one night in New Orleans, from a dream in which I wept. A man stood by a wrought iron gate. He called to me as I slept. It’s time to weigh your life. He said. So tell me what you have wrought. Are you worthy to enter here or was your […]