The Poems of David Garlick
A parchment lady, tall and fair, who looks with love at Jaquiths view. Must never feel she lost her place but only that her family grew. This parchment made of lace and love, Is all we see in those fair eyes. But in our hearts we feel the pain that leaving loveliness must […]
Do not mourn my passing. The years have had their way. An old tide leaves the shore. Clean, the sand to write on. A new hand picks up the stick. The ebbing sea leaves only a line of froth, a shell or two and clumps of kelp a-coil. Seize that stick. Write […]
The years like leaves behind a bus go swirling down the road of life. Some flying high like little kites, while others perish ‘neath the wheels. And life’s years too can fly or fade. Some fill the mind with gentle thoughts. Others we push back consciously, in hope that time will heal the […]
Sad little people on the doorstep advocating their word of god; the Bible as a lever. Pressuring with words, however sincere, that somehow lacking meaning. How many martyrs? How many have died “for their own good?” How many caught in cross fires? How many as an excuse? How many as an expediency? How […]