The Poems of David Garlick
And the waves weep. Tears sweep the gleaming sand. Water etches sculptures in the cliffs. We only see the rocks. As the waves weep, our tears drip from our chins. Drops of water wear holes in stone. Are we the waves? And the waves laugh. Their notes like sea gulls rise to nest […]
Chimney pots on high rooftops, like chess men in a row. Some with crowns and some quite plain, all standing there on show. When it’s dark and no one stirs, is a game played under stars? Do they all return at dawn, or stay where they are borne? Do Bishops rush to and fro, […]
The hours spent in countless woven dreams, that wont endure, the light of dawning day. A mystery of tangled thoughts or vague ideas, that fill our minds, while our slumber lasts. So clear the words of story, dream or poem, how do we lose so quickly brilliant lines, unless we rise to quietly leave our […]
From gritty words to cries of hate the war grinds on, as does debate. The prophecy of sand and death has been fulfilled, we are bereft. The wounded hidden from the eye, in places unfit for men to die. They gave their eyes, limbs and mind or left their tattered lives behind. Their words […]