The Poems of David Garlick
There comes a time when happiness escapes my heart, leaving behind desolation in my soul. Words held captive, as water in a mountain, bubble through the fissures of my mind to run unbidden down drawn cheeks They gather in tiny pools, each bright as the sky. Reflecting twinkling sun dust or the eyes […]
The mildewed hour stank of discontent. Words rotted on damp page. Leaden thoughts sank in a swamp of self. Nostrils quivered in disgust and spoors smudged the clean. Bird feather thoughts rattled. Nerves jumped like fleas on a dank carpet of yesterday. Thick ugly air crawled. The ink line stopped where point pierced paper. […]
Spurn not my loving in the early morn, as sun’s pink fingers paint the dawning day. Melt in my arms, snowflake on a naked branch – that clings, then drops upon the fertile ground. Silent as footsteps in fresh fallen snow, soft as the petals of a fragrant flower, lips meet, a touch that […]
When I am old I’ll still have love in my heart. I’ll enjoy pretty girls and smile at handsome women. They may not notice me but that’s OK, when I am old. When I am old I’ll still enjoy a few drinks. Not by myself in a bar but with friends or fellow […]