The Poems of David Garlick
When we are gone, what would we leave behind? Few rate a statue cast in bronze or build a monument to shout their name. So what do we, the ordinary folk who toil each day to make the two ends meet, expect that those we leave behind will think of us in fleeting memory? […]
I gulped my wine and only knew that it was aged in oak. It’s roughness bit my throat, filling my head with it’s fumes. It dulled my mind. It eased the pain of thoughts that haunted me and so I slept. I sipped my wine. I rolled it round my tongue. And in […]
They’re leaving, one by one, those people, of my distant youth. I see the women then, in bright printed cotton. The men, bronzed by the desert sun, gleaming with youth and vigor. Now they slip away, leaving us the fewer. The keening wind blows – the dust and sand. Songs of days long gone. […]
A note! Part of a beautiful song or maybe, part of a discord. I only am. Just a note. One note in so many, sometimes beautiful, sometimes a slip of a pen. A black dot on paper. A sound in a mind. A tear wrenching sound clip. a peak, a valley, a crevasse. […]