The Poems of David Garlick
The storm moved slowly eastwards, lighting etched within my eye. Waves and wind slowly abated, leaving spume upon the sand. Sun shafts, like a child’s painting, found a fissure in the clouds; sending rays to kindle raindrops, softly falling from the sky. Now a rainbow, then a second, standing one legged on […]
What are these writings in the sand these ancient runes I can not read? Are they the story of my life? Not as the pages of a book but rather, to encourage me to think about what might have been. And having thought about those chances lost to build, to guide, to cherish or […]
How can a word be good are bad? They are ever blameless. We the ones that use them, to express ourselves; show our feelings, tell a tale. Hold a mirror to the world and say. “There you are world. Is that really you?” We use them to tell of our feelings. Yet they […]
In rainbow hues, a monument; that reaches to a bright blue sky. The toilet seats of Mexico, lost but somewhere, they must be. The mystery of the missing seats. The cold comfort of porcelain rim, that leave a mark on mind and bum; when mem’ries of adventures dim. They must be stacked, a […]