The Poems of David Garlick
When I am old I’ll still have love in my heart. I’ll enjoy pretty girls and smile at handsome women. They may not notice me but that’s OK, when I am old. When I am old I’ll still enjoy a few drinks. Not by myself in a bar but with friends or fellow […]
He came to me from somewhere fine. Perhaps a Georgian home, white pillared front that overlooked a quiet tree fringed square, where children ran in ancient noisy games and nannies in light gray, wheeled stately prams. He came to me, smart, in his uniform. Pale and distant, hollow eyed, deep set, sad. Unwilling to share […]
How soft the glow of moonlight, reflected from the sand. How sweet the smell of Jasmine, borne on the evenings air. How still the two young lovers, afraid to state their love. How soft, how sweet, how still. How soft the lips of lovers, the first time that they meet. How sweet the […]
There comes a time when happiness deserts my heart, leaving behind desolation in my soul. Words held captive, as water in a mountain, bubble through the fissures of my mind to run unheeded down the slope of life. They gather in tiny pools, each bright as the sky. Reflecting twinkling sun dust, or […]