The Poems of David Garlick
In the early morning, fingers of mist crept onto the sundeck to kiss the windows. At sea, bell buoy sang and fog horn moaned. All else was silent as stars and no waves spoke against the rocks. By midday the mist had retreated – to the islands floating in the bay. Light made lace […]
The creeks run red with the blood of the hills as ax and chain saw bite deep. The slaughter of trees for the market place make protesters blockade and weep. The slopes are bare and the stumps, like tombs litter the clear cut field. The logging roads slash an ancient face with a […]
There is a great beauty in sadness. It tells us that we are human, alive and aware of life around us. Our sorrow and sometimes our tears wash our wounds and we are whole again! David Garlick, Sidney, February, 2007 Alternate last lines. Our sorrow and sometimes tears cleanse us of […]
Grief that poises us upon a precipice, to dash one down without the joys of flight. Grief that shakes bent shoulders endlessly, leaves tattered shadows, deep remorse. Kind hands or blessed solitude – to break the chain of dreams and doom. Remorselessly time moves across the sun, the soul is sated but still fragile, […]