The Poems of David Garlick
Why does a darkness magnify the sounds of waves upon a shore? Swells that march from some distant storm are much the same as those I swim, when sunshine warms and fishes plop. Yet in the dark the noise they make is rough, harsh, sinister; crash on ears, their thunder shakes a small adobe house […]
Today I glanced in the mirror. A child looked back at me. His nose is freckled, his hair is fair, he sticks out his tongue, and laughs at reflections there. Today I glanced in the mirror. A schoolboy looks back at me. His nose still freckled, his hair combed flat. He thumbs his […]
Angela, I will remember you. Shadows of palm fronds on your face. The sound of surf on the beach and stones chattering on the shore. I will remember with love the touch of your hand. Fragrance of frangipani heavy air and moonlight. I remember music and dancing. Light flashing in your eyes […]
There is a magic carpet that wafts us round the world. With classic form, flowers gay and glorious colours swirled. Of texture soft or rugged, of silk or finest wool; so skillful in it’s weaving, that snags will never pull. It has a thousand borders where patterns play their roll; with a multitude of tiny […]