The Poems of David Garlick
To some a clarity of mind. To some the sense from whence the wind. To some to draw, to paint, to carve. Each a skill we can hone or lose. Each is a gift but it’s not free. For it must be accounted for. If all we do is ride along, forgetting the […]
Crocodiles lay basking on the mud bank. Ridged pebbled backs in gentle curve. Tails twitched now and then, making small waves and sandy swirls. Hooded eyes unblinking but aware. Each huge lizard seemed to be smiling; long teeth overlapping at mouth edge. Benign in rest, terrifying possibilities. Frightening thoughts of seizure in strong […]
When I think of Kashmir the lakes come back to me. Warm water and Mogul gardens, set out with symmetry. Lotus blossoms in pink and white, Kingfishers in feathered show. Dragonflies that dart in flight, mountain tops dusted in snow. Tiny island, Char Chunar, in the center of Dhal Lake. Memories of small […]
I awoke one night in New Orleans, from a dream in which I wept. A man stood by a wrought iron gate. He called to me as I slept. It’s time to weigh your life. He said. So tell me what you have wrought. Are you worthy to enter here or was your […]