The Poems of David Garlick
A river quietly, tiny shining mirrors of times ago. Silent trees listen, hearing laughter long gone from ears. Memories hang webs dewed with tears, wafted with gaiety. Shadows in a forest, planted for war, harvest of peace. David Garlick, Brokenhurst, England, October, 1996
Spiders have long hairy legs, they come both large and small. I’m not sure why they scare me but I don’t like them at all. They sort of catch you napping, when they hide behind a book or peer at you from underneath the bed. I wish they wouldn’t sneak between the stove and […]
In hours of need, when all seems lost and troubles mount with crushing force. Remember how our love was born and how it’s grown through many years. Remember happy days we’ve spent, in doing things that we enjoy. And think about the years ahead that will be there for us to share. […]
I do not know this man at all but to acclaim his fame and skill. Yet somehow in my heart I feel that we would find a common bond. In love of form and texture strong. Of winds that fill, to shape a sail. The sound of waves against the hull And wheeling Sea […]