The Poems of David Garlick
What price we pay for unshed tears. The drought starves the river of life, exposing it’s rock skeleton. The soul fish die and word trees whither brown. Let tears fill out river’s form. Giving it a roundness that weeps, chuckles, laughs or shouts in joy. Fat trees drink and fish are abundant. David Garlick, […]
I’m in here ‘cos my silly heart has a tendency to plug. It’s probably just sawdust falling down from up above. They treat us well and coddle us but the hardest part of all is trying to sleep through mating calls of the Race Rocks Sea Lion Corps. It’s not their fault they rumble […]
A man stood in the shadows, in the shadow of his cameras. Shadows gathered around; the shadows of another time. Shadows played within his mind, of years long gone, a pantomime, when love and laughter were alive and children grew up strong. When wild places called a man to live a life to ancient […]
In the end only love is really important. Forget the noisy lamentations, the outward signs of grief. Save these for private moments of remembrance. Quietly weep – to wash the soul of pain. When those who are close try to console you, allow them their moment – to show their love for you; for […]