The Poems of David Garlick
Happy thoughts, like balloons in a park. Arches, back spring round the Zocalo. A bandstand; brass and strings sing. Helium filled notes float away. An old woman, white hair and two sticks, flowers borne by smiles in bright dresses. Serious urchins sell rubber balls. Carved radishes, flowers and cornhusk tableaus, wrought iron on windows, […]
Happy thoughts, like balloons in a park; weightless, in a vendors hand. Children reach; bright clowns fill their eyes. Tears flow when strings escape tiny hands. Stone arches, back spring round a Zocalo, making cool places to eat and drink. A hiding place from the fierce sun but not from vendors, eager as flies. […]
Two hearts that beat, counting down the seconds of remaining lives. Held close, pinioned with clinging arms, yet torn apart, not by force but by their parent’s wills. Forbidden sight, forbidden meeting forbidding love, for all time. Thus standing in a last farewell, sob shaken, pearled with tears, they parted. He standing still in […]
Adieu my friends, for I’m away to Mexico but you may travel with me in my mind. I’ll sense you when the sun is warm or in a noisy market place. At peace with me in lofty church or where the breeze makes busy leaves. You’ll join me in a balmy sea where gaudy fish, […]