The Poems of David Garlick
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 […]
Sad little people on the doorstep advocating their word of god; the Bible as a lever. Pressuring with words, however sincere, that somehow lacking meaning. How many martyrs? How many have died “for their own good?” How many caught in cross fires? How many as an excuse? How many as an expediency? How […]
In the end only love is really important. Forget the noisy lamentations, the outward signs of grief. Save these for private moments of remembrance. Quietly weep – to wash the soul of pain. When those who are close try to console you, allow them their moment – to show their love for you; for […]
One minute a bustling person, next a mere mortal. She is my friend, we have been together thirty six years. I am afraid. What would I do without her? What of all those plans we have the places still to see? The people we hope to meet, the exotic foods to try, small adventures […]