The Poems of David Garlick
My special place has no GPS address. It is a place that moves with time and mood. It is elusive but once announced may not be ignored. There is no road, no stairs to climb, only a drift of consciousness and spirit, insistent tireless. I sleep with an HB pencil, in case of attack. I […]
The Rush Hour Dragon winds its way through stripes of colour in the rain. It’s smoky breath clouds the air. It’s snarling voice strikes fear in all. Gray people stand in dripping hats. Legs splashed by drops the dragon flings or wait beneath their black toad stools that mushroom as the deluge falls. […]
I have spent many hours, reading with awe, to hear deep in my mind, the rolling words, the gifts of those who share their lucid thoughts with us. I reach out to hold one of these pure lines, if only for a moment in my heart. A spark, a jewel, caught in eager hands, just […]
Early light, gray-green smells. Spruce leaf drips and spider jewels. Moss and toadstool, orange caps, crowns of fern, lichened rocks High on hill where I wait, watching smoke spiral, wafting, from the cottage far below. Hear me, hear me human one in your lair by the stream. Listen for my quiet calling, drifting, drifting […]