The Poems of David Garlick
Some can Bowl, as smooth as silk. While others of a different ilk, rain blows upon the cringing Green, results of which can then be seen. Divots, like a golf course tee, fly through the air for us to see. While those who ‘scalp’, concentrate – on aim and arc, the Jack to mate. And […]
As I wander through my garden, the garden of my life. I see the shrubs I planted. I see where weeds grow rife. I see the fragrant flowers, enjoying every one. I see unfinished projects, those things I should have done. I know where plants have flourished. I know where plants have died. Could I […]
And the crowd roared, they clapped with many hands. They rose as one to cheer the athletes on; as past the stands the runners, all a sweat, continued on their muscle aching way- to glory and exhaustion’s thin white tape. No, not those famous names, we know so well. No, not those athletes paid […]
A village where washing blooms. Bougainvillea shouts a welcome. Where plastic refuse is driven by wind, to lie in vulgar heaps and windrows; along cobbled streets. Children with happy faces grin whitely. They play football well, shouts of glee. Never a fight. Naked babies crawl in the dust, having escaped mothers cocoon of woolen […]