The Poems of David Garlick
A poem is an escape. It comes to a mind. It is not commanded there. It is a glimpse. It is a thought. It is a burning urge. It is a waif of an idea. The beauty is in the ability to fly in the mind, before pen, before substance. Just a precious idea, […]
Well done you painter of gentle dreams, kind thoughts and pleasant memories. The scent of cherry blossom and ancient parchment rolled against time – safe guarding smiles and private ideas. The crinkle of an eye, the laughter lines. Hair that blooms white in winter’s years. Gentle flashes of humor. Sharp word darts that may […]
How friable the years in the mill of life, time, a lost dimension, in memories – that we hold precious in our minds. Thoughts and scenes that play forever but vanish in a flash, precious snow flake held for an instant on your hand. Baby, child, youth or wo/man, play in an instant, then vanish […]
Sun and sand and scrub and sweat, famine, filth and flies and fear, running eyes and wasted frames, open sores and tears. Wind and dust and dirt and death, shallow graves for all that’s left. Soon the sand will cover all. Drought has scourged the fragile land, people now return to it. Yet not […]