The Poems of David Garlick
To some a clarity of mind. To some the sense from whence the wind. To some to draw, to paint, to carve. Each a skill we can hone or lose. Each is a gift but it’s not free. For it must be accounted for. If all we do is ride along, forgetting the […]
When I think of Kashmir the lakes come back to me. Warm water and Mogul gardens, set out with symmetry. Lotus blossoms in pink and white, Kingfishers in feathered show. Dragonflies that dart in flight, mountain tops dusted in snow. Tiny island, Char Chunar, in the center of Dhal Lake. Memories of small […]
My son is not another me. He stands alone to find his place. If he has guts and drive to spare, his niche in life will wait for him. It’s not for me to say which way but only to guide if I am sure. Not sure of what I want for him […]
She runs the winding towpath of my life. Sometimes an instant there and then she’s gone – to reappear, a glimpse around a bend, through stands of plants, the hazing of the years. A fleeting picture, though of long ago, now veiled in time and blurred in falling tears. And though I’m sure, like […]