The Poems of David Garlick
They’re leaving, one by one, those people, of my distant youth. I see the women then, in bright printed cotton. The men, bronzed by the desert sun, gleaming with youth and vigor. Now they slip away, leaving us the fewer. The keening wind blows – the dust and sand. Songs of days long gone. […]
He came to me from somewhere fine. Perhaps a Georgian home, white pillared front that overlooked a quiet tree fringed square, where children ran in ancient noisy games and nannies in light gray, wheeled stately prams. He came to me, smart, in his uniform. Pale and distant, hollow eyed, deep set, sad. Unwilling to share […]
If we gathered all the monsters from the middle of the night. Put them in a glass jar, with the lid screwed tight. Would mom and dad sleep better? Would Sis and I be glad, that the monster in the cupboard was not able to be bad? But think of monsters mother, would she […]
Today I may have overdone it. Swiftly my new world crashed. I felt all was going well, just as it used to be. Now I feel unable to cope the way I did before. What is wrong? Why am I no longer strong? I want to keep up but at my own pace. […]