The Poems of David Garlick
One day dark clouds hung in my mind and rain fell urgently in my soul. It washed over me in a flood and the salty sting cut my eyes. Why lie here lonely in despair living for meaningless goals, like visits and the next meal; prisoner of the Healers. It is time to […]
Old dog, old friend, how many years have gone, since first we cuddled you? Or romped through trees, to roll on grass or chased the children through the snow. But years have fled, leaving you old, with joints that ache and muzzle gray. Yet still you stagger to your feet to welcome those you […]
The waves are calling me, their voices gruff and lonely. Their rolling chorus speaks of far away, of icy rivers and the swells that sweep the oceans roundly. They call that ancient part of me that I know not but which is strong as tides pulled by the moon. I hear the music of […]
¿Adonde vas? old man. Sun is still behind the hill. The rooster has not spoken. I walk away from sleep and all the ghosts that haunt there. I leave them in their dark to, seek the light. Pero, ¿porqué vas? There is no need to journey. She will make bread and you […]