The Poems of David Garlick
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 […]
I often think about the tears which flare behind my eyes. Not for hurts, real or imagined, but rather for events in life which happen as time sweeps by, moments of emotion. Since youth I have fought this sting, fearing the scorn of other boys. The sneers and taunts that rain upon the sensitive, […]
The ugly “clomes” of England, seem to slouch a bit, with horrid little garages, in which a car wont fit, – because its full of all the stuff you love but have no room to hang, to place, or to enjoy the oppressive gathering gloom. They’re built of brick and matching tile, so all […]
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, […]