The Poems of David Garlick
Why does a darkness magnify the sounds of waves upon a shore? Swells that march from some distant storm are much the same as those I swim, when sunshine warms and fishes plop. Yet in the dark the noise they make is rough, harsh, sinister; crash on ears, their thunder shakes a small adobe house […]
Among fluent fields, one that is written in wheat and punctuated with poppies, a telltale of chalky soil, legends of our history, secrets of rolling Downs, great stones that talk silently. David Garlick, Salisbury Plain, England, 1997
The distant mountains, bright against the gray shadows. Reflect light like life. David Garlick
Sunny mist clouded the golden sea. Evening light on the inlet where fir hills stepped up to the sky and all was peace. David Garlick, Sidney, September. 2000