The Poems of David Garlick
When a candle flame withers from orange to blue and the light it gave us dwindles. When the scent of burnt wax fades on the air and the warmth it shared cools. Will we remember it? Words written in it’s light, remain. Books read by its loom can be felt, the ideas, alive in […]
Dear Peter bless you. Bless the time you gave to others. Bless your hand, stretched out to help. Bless your eyes, that saw the troubled. Bless your words, that eased a sorrow. Bless your thoughts and timely actions. Bless your humor, always ready. Bless your heart, the love you gave. Bless your life, we […]
A tree on a hill. Not on the crest, just on the side. There are many other trees higher up, lower down. I will never be a huge tree; just a tree! A breeze wafts, my leaves flutter. A wind blows, my branches move and my leaves speak. A gale blasts and my […]
A pink petal fell. The yielding earth received her. We will not forget. David Garlick, Denver, Colorado, April 2001