The Poems of David Garlick
Do not mourn my passing. The years have had their way. An old tide leaves the shore. Clean, the sand to write on. A new hand picks up the stick. The ebbing sea leaves only a line of froth, a shell or two and clumps of kelp a-coil. Seize that stick. Write […]
The years like leaves behind a bus go swirling down the road of life. Some flying high like little kites, while others perish ‘neath the wheels. And life’s years too can fly or fade. Some fill the mind with gentle thoughts. Others we push back consciously, in hope that time will heal the […]
Fleas in the carpet. Cats on the floor. Ants in the bathroom. Dogs at the door. Snakes in the garden. Bees in the air. Birds in the branches. Raccoon in its lair. Carp in the fish pond. Frogs in the grass. Spiders in the undergrowth. Worms on the path. Beetles a scurrying. […]
Happy thoughts, like balloons in a park. Arches, back spring round the Zocalo. A bandstand; brass and strings sing. Helium filled notes float away. An old woman, white hair and two sticks, flowers borne by smiles in bright dresses. Serious urchins sell rubber balls. Carved radishes, flowers and cornhusk tableaus, wrought iron on windows, […]