The Poems of David Garlick
Foam was rich, like froth on beer, crash of waves on the bar. Lights on the shore; reflect stars in the heavens, footsteps just a pause in the hour. Faint scent of night blooms, a shawl in a breeze. Sound of strings strummed in the night. Trill of a trumpet, the sigh of a […]
I wanted to buy you a bright red Porche, a diamond ring, an Arab horse but all I have to give is love and this I give with all my heart. For twenty years a plant may grow. A little flower thats pure and white. Sometimes it’s petals wither and fade. sometimes the dew […]
Oh what a tail wagging, heart thumping, joy a new friend is! I remember a warm time; when there was another friend. She smelt of security, love, milk and other warm puppies. I think she must have been my first friend, “a Long Tongue.” At that time, long ago, I could not see; only […]
In the basket of their arms, their lips, two halves of a peach. Soft sobs and moans a language, they thought, never spoken by another soul. A love so new and deep, never plumbed in all time. An ocean! David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, January, 2001