The Poems of David Garlick
Ring bells ring. Call the sun to greet this happy morning. Breezes in budding trees echo notes; thought lost to our ears. Thanks for your stirring sounds, Phoenix of furnace and mold; now reborn to greet two thousand years of love. People, along paths, like notes on a staff, bob and gather in accord. We […]
Through a life there will be many pleasant places and happy memories. There will also be moments of sorrow, moments of loss and moments of understanding. Life is a journey from a beginning to an end. Every journey has days of rain or sunshine. On our journey there will be good and bad. There will […]
However old we become, we were once a baby. However strong, once a child. However wise, once ignorant. However learned, once illiterate. However beautiful, once wrinkled. However rich, once poor. However powerful, once impotent. However skillful, once clumsy. However unworthy, always loved by someone. David Garlick, Victoria, July, 1996
Mirror, mirror on the wall; who is the fairest of us all? Whose drawn in cheek, or ruby lips? Whose wide-eyed stare, eye brows eclipse? Then in a moment all is gone. Our aging skin tell what is wrong. It sags away, the pores expose those lines etched deep beside a nose. The sagging neck, […]