The Poems of David Garlick
¿Adonde vas? old man. Sun is still behind the hill. The rooster has not spoken. I walk away from sleep and all the ghosts that haunt there. I leave them in their dark to, seek the light. Pero, ¿porqué vas? There is no need to journey. She will make bread and you […]
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 […]