The Poems of David Garlick
As I wander through my garden, the garden of my life. I see the shrubs I planted. I see where weeds grow rife. I see the fragrant flowers, enjoying every one. I see unfinished projects, those things I should have done. I know where plants have flourished. I know where plants have died. Could I […]
And the rain came. Not the gentle drops that drift to earth in a West Coats shower. Instead a deluge, a single sheet, a torrent that bounced on instant lakes and sluicing side walks. It overwhelmed roof gutters. Down spouts gushed, like fire hoses. Streams, orange red, gore from the hills. Torn branches and stripped […]
And the crowd roared, they clapped with many hands. They rose as one to cheer the athletes on; as past the stands the runners, all a sweat, continued on their muscle aching way- to glory and exhaustion’s thin white tape. No, not those famous names, we know so well. No, not those athletes paid […]
A village where washing blooms. Bougainvillea shouts a welcome. Where plastic refuse is driven by wind, to lie in vulgar heaps and windrows; along cobbled streets. Children with happy faces grin whitely. They play football well, shouts of glee. Never a fight. Naked babies crawl in the dust, having escaped mothers cocoon of woolen […]