The Poems of David Garlick
If a journey must start with a first step, then surely, before this first step, there must be an idea, a thought, an impulse, a vision, a goal. May your continuing voyage through life be full of ideas, visions, their spectrums and the impulse to travel the road joyfully. David Garlick, Sidney, February, 2005
Burdened with groceries we crossed the road. Look right, look right, the traffic comes from there. And then a waif, in tears. “Come quick, come quick,” he said. “Me mum ‘as ‘ad a fit. She’s a laying over there.” We ran, there she was, down on the ground, shaking, out for the count, an […]
Alone, in this place of peace, silence drifted through my mind. Snow flakes in the wintertime, blossoms in the early spring. Koi mouthed rings upon the lake. White crane waited on one leg in the image of the temple’s – gold reflection on the water. Under willows, head bowed low, mossy banks soft to the […]
The fly – against a window pane, buzzed and buzzed. The ‘force field’ of the glass trapped it, puzzled it. How to escape? How to live? There was a shadow. The shadow was dangerous. Panic! I had been drawn to the window by the buzzing of the fly. It was only a small fly, […]