The Poems of David Garlick
If you should ever need me call my name. For I will come in haste to clasp your hand, and press your troubled heart close to my own. There though the flame of love no longer flares, an ember waits beneath years’ graying ash. Waiting but breath to stir it once again, kindling what was […]
Summer smiles on all. Flowers and friendships ripen. Harvest of the heart. David Garlick
Why does a darkness magnify the sounds of waves upon a shore? Swells that march from some distant storm are much the same as those I swim, when sunshine warms and fishes plop. Yet in the dark the noise they make is rough, harsh, sinister; crash on ears, their thunder shakes a small adobe house […]
Snow on mountain peaks. Bright against gray of sorrow. Is life black and white? David Garlick