The Poems of David Garlick
A Wasp is a Wasp. A Bee is a Bee. The difference is really quite easy to see. For a Wasp is more streamlined, while we Bees are quite plump. Wasps attack you for fun, while we promise we wont. Wasps are a nuisance, they wont go away. Once one has arrived soon more […]
Wave on wave came crashing in with savage blows, to crush the sand, send snowy foam in graceful arc, to then retreat with sucking sighs. And in the wake, where bubbles blew and breathing holes marked hidden clams, tiny stones, shone like gems and winked the sun, hot overhead. Palm fronds rattled in the breeze, […]
Do not mourn my passing. The years have had their way. An old tide leaves the shore. Clean, the sand to write on. A new hand picks up the stick. The ebbing sea leaves only a line of froth, a shell or two and clumps of kelp a-coil. Seize that stick. Write […]
The years like leaves behind a bus go swirling down the road of life. Some flying high like little kites, while others perish ‘neath the wheels. And life’s years too can fly or fade. Some fill the mind with gentle thoughts. Others we push back consciously, in hope that time will heal the […]