The Poems of David Garlick
To ski ‘s, like flying down a hill, white snow, the clouds beneath your feet. The skis are wings, that guide your flight, pulled down the hill by gravity. Control, instead of headlong dash is how we learn to stretch these wings. Then swooping as the eagle does, we swing and push to make a […]
There is a dunny that I know and it could have a wondrous view, with star shapes cut into it’s door or a tiny window pane or two. Instead in darkness, all alone, I sit in lordly splendor. To rue the day they did away with the friendly “double ender”. Oh muse, who’s […]
There’s a garden that few people know of. Set on the side of a hill. Where sun floods all day long, when its shining, and flowers from terraces spill. Come visit on Saturday pm. Two to four is the time set aside. I’ll have time to show you the garden or answer you questions, inside. […]
He was a wicked charmer, gray beard and looks aloof. His mouth seemed to be smiling as he pawed with cloven hoof. Who knows what artful visions were conjured in his mind. Behind the piercing scrutiny he leveled at mankind. He fed on living salad; herb garden at his ken and quietly ruminated on […]