The Poems of David Garlick
I knew a man and now he is gone. I did not know him well; just at bowls. He seemed kind, a cheerful happy man. I liked him but I did not really know him. One day I heard he was dying of cancer. I did not visit him; he had many friends, why […]
They call me the drummer. I’m held in a prison. Though the day, I know, will soon come. The door will creek open, they’ll take me out. And I shall die to the beat of a drum. The crime I’ve committed is hardly a new one. “My songs are unlawful.” They lie. I sing […]
The house is bare. Stark walls and floors, where once paintings and Asian carpets challenged the eye. Now, only tapestries of memories, silent moments hang in corners. To stay, in only one spot, is too difficult for us. The challenge of change and different ideas, a catalyst in our senior years. We are […]
I stood outside an old tin shed, there was no other person there. Though evidence lay all around of people who had once lived here. Into the shed by leaning door I stooped to see what I could find greeted by wind and banging roof, a creaking door and singing wire. Through broken, dirty […]