The Poems of David Garlick
Stars and angels or candles and clouds; velas y faldas amplias? The dance; wings on air, the spell of music and movement. My heart in step, my mind lost in rhythm and laughter. Music that reaches me across mountains and deserts across language and time. Sweet arrow in my heart. At a table, yet […]
He looked like a Sergeant Major, in a cavalry regiment. Quite dapper with a trim mustache and a Van Dyke beard, well kempt. He sat in lordly splendor in a arm chair at the dump. Directing those who came each day, to drop stuff off and take away the things that lay about. […]
I stood in my garden, on a warm summers morning. The flowers were smiling, resting from toil. Red Robin was busy, a snail slowly slithered, as I heard a strange drumming, from freshly turned soil. A ripple a roll then a sort of a bump sound, quite regular really, except for the thump. But […]
Are deserts desolate and bare, to you, dear reader of these lines? Do you fear barren, ravaged cliffs, deep frowning fissures, thirsty rocks? Does lack of water or thickening tongue bring dread when thinking of a place, where you are alien and lost on a great plain that never ends. But there is also […]