The Poems of David Garlick
The nave was hung with a curtain of music. Heavy organ chords and blasts of sounds that echoed, chasing each other for space, overlapping and swallowing one another. Then the crystal trumpet notes soared to hang like snow flakes weightless in the air. The sound of frosted ice bells chiming. Together a great tapestry stirred […]
Is beauty experienced through the ugliness of the next frame? If there is no contrast, who may say what is beautiful? The eye is not the only sense to dwell in the halls of loveliness. Neither should anyone dictate what beauty really is. Each must set a standard for them-self and cherish what the mind […]
I shall not always dwell in this place, with its grimy walls and cold damp streets. Where weeds push through chinks and foul air stinks of soot and the mill by the river. For I shall lie under cool clean air, Where the sky arches blue and white clouds sail. Where the wind blows […]
It’s cold and how the wind blows chill. Nor all the comfort in a paper bag can hide my fears or help me through the night. How have I come to this low place in life where none will smile at me or hold my hand? Is there no comfort or no love of man, […]