The Poems of David Garlick
In the basket of their arms, their lips, two halves of a peach. Soft sobs and moans a language, they thought, never spoken by another soul. A love so new and deep, never plumbed in all time. An ocean! David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, January, 2001
Heel and toe, heel and toe, walking fast along the road. Walking back to health again. I used to be a runner, run forever, still dream of strides that float. Wonderful elation of movement. Now I just walk, but I walk fast. Breathing more heavily as the road turns up hill. Shorten the […]
Content within a warm dark place. why would I, should I want to leave? Is this my haven secure and safe, must I endure the strife of hell? Warm I feel my mothers breast, safe and loving till I rest. Content to feed and defecate, is this all there is to life? […]
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 […]