The Poems of David Garlick
The waves reared up behind us, with the look of polished stone. The white wake streaming behind it, a reflection of dead men’s bone. My hands had felt the slash of her fangs, my muscles the lash of her tail. My eyes, red rimmed, from lack of sleep and storms to make a […]
Once again the leaves were talking to me! Rain spoke above the snarl of a four-wheeled swarm, while bushes shook, like a wet dogs. The slugs rushed for cover. It was wonderful; Dog Shadow sparkled and smiled at me as we sauntered along a trail. What were the leaves and rain saying? I didn’t […]
“It hardly ever rains here, you know.” The fields looked green to me, snow glistened on mountain slopes, puddles glinted on gravel roads. Herefords, cubed brown, white blazes, coats steaming, large dark eyes, liquid but without curiosity. Jaws moved stoically. The river mutters against a snag. Chatters over a pebbled bar. Tree fingers drag […]
Well done you painter of gentle dreams, kind thoughts and pleasant memories. The scent of cherry blossom and ancient parchment rolled against time – safe guarding smiles and private ideas. The crinkle of an eye, the laughter lines. Hair that blooms white in winter’s years. Gentle flashes of humor. Sharp word darts that may […]