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 […]
So many cloudy, rainy, windy days but this one was champagne from piercing breakfast to golden evening meal. Where clouds, somber, dark against sycamore green reflect warm evening light, the mauve in pure Payne’s gray. On and on the brown and weedy river flows reflecting foxgloves, meadow sweet and buttercups, an endless ribbon in […]
Along the cut, dawn sips the cup of night. Day sounds lie silent. Ears become eyes. At this magic hour you may hear mist creep and the flutter of your thoughts taking flight. The splashy chatter of leaking lock gates. The calls of waking birds cackle of a duck. The mewing of gulls, the […]
The years like leaves behind a bus go swirling down the road of life. Some flying high like little kites, while others perish ‘neath the wheels. And life’s years too can fly or fade. Some fill the mind with gentle thoughts. Others we push back consciously, in hope that time will heal the […]