The Poems of David Garlick
As I lie, unsleeping or walk my dog, Shadow, alone, through woods or other tranquil places, my mind churns with thoughts and scenes of long ago or as a break in an opaque fog; to understand that which was once unfathomable. The thoughts, a concrete mix of words and ideas, rumble and scratch, polishing, […]
The curtains of winter are closing around us. The mountains are shrouded, the sea is slate gray. Branches are dripping, the flowers are wilted, a fog horn is wailing, waves crash in the bay. Lone Rock is guarding the beach which is littered with logs that escaped from a boom far at sea. […]
I woke to the thought, ringing in my ears, that things seemed so ordinary but they aren’t. In a few days, unlike the Canada Geese, I shall fly south to a place of sun, happy smiles and bright colours. Why don’t the geese fly south? Perhaps it is because people feed them. […]
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 […]