The Poems of David Garlick
I shall miss these gentle people, their grace and happy smiles. Bamboo stirred by a breeze, butterflies among the flowers. I shall miss their language, the whisper of leaves in a tree, water splashing a fountain; chatter of bright birds. I shall miss the sound of waves – talking to a sandy […]
Stars and angels or candles and clouds; velas y faldas amplias? The dance; wings on air, the spell of music and movement. My heart in step, my mind lost in rhythm and laughter. Music that reaches me across mountains and deserts across language and time. Sweet arrow in my heart. At a table, yet […]
Please love me, for whom I am, crumpled though I be. Perhaps a wing is bent or my mind goaled within a body, that will never be controlled. Perhaps I cannot tell you, in words you understand, how much I love you. You are all to me. Yet all I seek or want – […]
Maybe a gift can slowly bud, unknowing what the flower will be. A green shell waiting for the warmth, to bring it forth for all to see. The warmth of love is all it takes and faith to wait for what may come. How seldom is this love or faith given to those who […]