The Poems of David Garlick
I’m only a Mud Shrimp, a ghost in the slime but my work is important, of ancient design. There are others that live here, part of the chain, please don’t evict us, It is you we sustain. David Garlick, North Saanich, May, 2005 This poem was written and presented to help preserve […]
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. […]
Autumn leaves are falling. Summer rained as well. Spring was a washout! Winter next, Oh hell! David Garlick, Sidney, August, 2007
Alone, in this place of peace, silence drifted through my mind. Snow flakes in the wintertime, blossoms in the early spring. Koi mouthed rings upon the lake. White crane waited on one leg in the image of the temple’s – gold reflection on the water. Under willows, head bowed low, mossy banks soft to the […]