The Poems of David Garlick
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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
How soft the glow of moonlight, reflected from the sand. How sweet the smell of Jasmine, borne on the evenings air. How still the two young lovers, afraid to state their love. How soft, how sweet, how still. How soft the lips of lovers, the first time that they meet. How sweet the […]