The Poems of David Garlick
She sat there smoking cigarettes, in a sort of home made hell and through the started layers of smoke that floated free her eyes flashed from a ravaged face as she fixed her gaze on me. Why have you come, what do you want I’ve nothing left to give? My beauty has long […]
They seemed so poor, in squalid shacks, with refuse piled beside the door. Peeling paint and rusty tin and then I heard them laugh! They seemed so poor, no shoes at all. Flies gathered on a snotty child. Dust billowed from a passing bus and then I saw a toothy grin. They […]
A parchment lady, tall and fair, who looks with love at Jaquiths view. Must never feel she lost her place but only that her family grew. This parchment made of lace and love, Is all we see in those fair eyes. But in our hearts we feel the pain that leaving loveliness must […]
Do not mourn my passing. The years have had their way. An old tide leaves the shore. Clean, the sand to write on. A new hand picks up the stick. The ebbing sea leaves only a line of froth, a shell or two and clumps of kelp a-coil. Seize that stick. Write […]