The Poems of David Garlick
Happy thoughts, like balloons in a park; weightless, in a vendors hand. Children reach; bright clowns fill their eyes. Tears flow when strings escape tiny hands. Stone arches, back spring round a Zocalo, making cool places to eat and drink. A hiding place from the fierce sun but not from vendors, eager as flies. […]
Two hearts that beat, counting down the seconds of remaining lives. Held close, pinioned with clinging arms, yet torn apart, not by force but by their parent’s wills. Forbidden sight, forbidden meeting forbidding love, for all time. Thus standing in a last farewell, sob shaken, pearled with tears, they parted. He standing still in […]
Que precio pagamos por lagrimas no deramadas. La sequia priva el rio de la vida. Exponiendo su esqueleto de roca. El alma del pescado muere y arboles de palabra marchitan. Dejad lagrimas llenar la forma del rio. Dandole a este redondes que llora. Risas reprimidas, risas y gritos de jubilo. Arboles gordos beben y […]
What price we pay for unshed tears. The drought starves the river of life, exposing it’s rock skeleton. The soul fish die and word trees whither brown. Let tears fill out river’s form. Giving it a roundness that weeps, chuckles, laughs or shouts in joy. Fat trees drink and fish are abundant. David Garlick, […]