The Poems of David Garlick
I have a brother far, far away. With wife and child welded as one. I only wish that we could see more of them now and then. The years have passed so quickly and our paths so seldom cross. That even when we meet to speak the spontaneity that used to be has gone […]
In a graveyard, a crop of headstones had sprung up, shiny black; epitaphs written in white, with perfect plastic flowers faded by the sun. The new head markers stood beside old leaning ones, gray and pockmarked with age, that staggered drunkenly, pathetic. Unkempt, their tributes of long grasses with bowed heads. Remembered people, forgotten. […]
I hear the sound of wind in trees. Leaves rattle and talk to the night. Soon they will fall, harvest of gold. Rain on the roof, what does it say? Drum beats in a forest, words for me? A flurry of tears, voice in the dark. Soon snow will whisper soft sounds. […]
Waiting, waiting, waiting alone on the bench of life. The game races around me as I sit there unnoticed, caught on the vortex edge, waiting to be sucked down into a drain of grief. She has been gone hours, much longer than before. What is taking so long? Every one is busy and […]