The Poems of David Garlick
Beautiful, graceful, flexible Bamboo, the strong bold stems greet our eyes. They move with the moods of the wind. Their simplicity calls to artists, who stroke a calligraphy of stems and leaves which stir and flutter in a light breeze. They whisper and chatter to the sky – and us, who pause to listen, […]
Dark and dank, the dead leaves lie, a blanket on the frosted ground. While dormant bulbs, in slumber rest, to wait the coming of the spring This dank but golden patch work quilt, a bounty from the noble trees, that shade the grass in summer time, now returns to nurture it. For […]
I’ve found a place where I’m at peace, a place with many friends. With golden sand, seas that chant and palms that clap their hands. The wind blows gently, in my hair and I can be, just me, as flowers bright sing songs of love, “of love?” you say, to me. Yes of […]
At night, when silence wraps the house words hover over me and I must set them down – or they will drift away. For slumber steals those first thought words, the best, the poignant. Ignored they seldom survive. I do not understand this. The theme persists but those precious drops from the thought spring […]