The Poems of David Garlick
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, […]
Waves born, as ripples, beyond the horizon of time, eventually break on the shores of life. The damage they do or the pleasure they give is a measure of our ability to live. David Garlick, Victoria. September, 1995
Fall has arrived! Trees, splendid in their autumn finery, dance with the wind. Branches weave and bow making the streets gay with brilliant confetti. Children shriek in delight as they scatter mounds of leaves patiently piled by adults. The tang of bonfires bites nostrils. Dogs retrieve long lost bones – found in cleared flower […]
Beautiful, graceful, flexible Bamboo, the strong bold stems greet our eyes. They move with the moods of the wind. Their simplicity calls to artists, who stroke a calligraphy of stems and leaves which stir and flutter in a light breeze. They whisper and chatter to the sky – and us, who pause to listen, […]