The Poems of David Garlick
When I am old I’ll still have love in my heart. I’ll enjoy pretty girls and smile at handsome women. They may not notice me but that’s OK, when I am old. When I am old I’ll still enjoy a few drinks. Not by myself in a bar but with friends or fellow […]
They’re leaving, one by one, those people, of my distant youth. I see the women then, in bright printed cotton. The men, bronzed by the desert sun, gleaming with youth and vigor. Now they slip away, leaving us the fewer. The keening wind blows – the dust and sand. Songs of days long gone. […]
Today I may have overdone it. Swiftly my new world crashed. I felt all was going well, just as it used to be. Now I feel unable to cope the way I did before. What is wrong? Why am I no longer strong? I want to keep up but at my own pace. […]
The storm moved slowly eastwards, lighting etched within my eye. Waves and wind slowly abated, leaving spume upon the sand. Sun shafts, like a child’s painting, found a fissure in the clouds; sending rays to kindle raindrops, softly falling from the sky. Now a rainbow, then a second, standing one legged on […]