The Poems of David Garlick
In the end only love is really important. Forget the noisy lamentations, the outward signs of grief. Save these for private moments of remembrance. Quietly weep – to wash the soul of pain. When those who are close try to console you, allow them their moment – to show their love for you; for […]
Waves born, as ripples, beyond the horizon of time, eventually break on the shores of life. The damage they do or the pleasure they give is a measure of our ability to live. David Garlick, Victoria. September, 1995
In a wide valley, where mountains lean back from a carpet of lakes, we spent a final mother’s day. There, floating gardens are tended from flat bottomed boats. Lotus lilies eye the sky and Kingfishers hover. A last few hours together, we wished it would not end but life was cruel, always good […]
I dreamt of a tear, on a face in a park, a face that watched passers by. It witnessed young lovers. Welcomed their children. It helped those about to die. The face in the park was hewn in stone and that tear would never dry. David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, January 1997