The Poems of David Garlick
Mirror, mirror on the wall; who is the fairest of us all? Whose drawn in cheek, or ruby lips? Whose wide-eyed stare, eye brows eclipse? Then in a moment all is gone. Our aging skin tell what is wrong. It sags away, the pores expose those lines etched deep beside a nose. The sagging neck, […]
A village where washing blooms. Bougainvillea shouts a welcome. Where plastic refuse is driven by wind, to lie in vulgar heaps and windrows; along cobbled streets. Children with happy faces grin whitely. They play football well, shouts of glee. Never a fight. Naked babies crawl in the dust, having escaped mothers cocoon of woolen […]
Bikini on a towel, on a rock, near the sea shore, or Sun auburn hair, on a rock, in a stream? Splendidly brief, in the sun like a sculpture, or Alone in a forest, butterflies, fill the air? Both beings of beauty, one of show, one of substance. […]
They call me the drummer. I’m held in a prison. Though the day, I know, will soon come. The door will creek open, they’ll take me out. And I shall die to the beat of a drum. The crime I’ve committed is hardly a new one. “My songs are unlawful.” They lie. I sing […]