The Poems of David Garlick
My special place has no GPS address. It is a place that moves with time and mood. It is elusive but once announced may not be ignored. There is no road, no stairs to climb, only a drift of consciousness and spirit, insistent tireless. I sleep with an HB pencil, in case of attack. I […]
The house is bare. Stark walls and floors, where once paintings and Asian carpets challenged the eye. Now, only tapestries of memories, silent moments hang in corners. To stay, in only one spot, is too difficult for us. The challenge of change and different ideas, a catalyst in our senior years. We are […]
Please love me, for whom I am, crumpled though I be. Perhaps a wing is bent or my mind goaled within a body, that will never be controlled. Perhaps I cannot tell you, in words you understand, how much I love you. You are all to me. Yet all I seek or want – […]
The Rush Hour Dragon winds its way through stripes of colour in the rain. It’s smoky breath clouds the air. It’s snarling voice strikes fear in all. Gray people stand in dripping hats. Legs splashed by drops the dragon flings or wait beneath their black toad stools that mushroom as the deluge falls. […]