The Poems of David Garlick
Why is it that some men find it difficult, if not almost impossible, to say, I love you? It is not that the words are not there, It is simply that the mouth refuses to say them! We feel love, we know love, we think that we understand love but our mouths refuse to […]
She came drifting through the mirror in the middle of the night. She wore a see through garment of translucent lace in white. When I say that it was ‘see through’ I could see through her as well. Who was this lovely creature? Who was this Southern Bell? Her hair hung down in […]
The mildewed hour stank of discontent. Words rotted on damp page. Leaden thoughts sank in a swamp of self. Nostrils quivered in disgust and spoors smudged the clean. Bird feather thoughts rattled. Nerves jumped like fleas on a dank carpet of yesterday. Thick ugly air crawled. The ink line stopped where point pierced paper. […]
Spurn not my loving in the early morn, as sun’s pink fingers paint the dawning day. Melt in my arms, snowflake on a naked branch – that clings, then drops upon the fertile ground. Silent as footsteps in fresh fallen snow, soft as the petals of a fragrant flower, lips meet, a touch that […]