The Poems of David Garlick
Peace on the earth, good will to man. The carols float upon the air. Lights hang on trees or outline eaves, to celebrate that Christmas star. Yet somehow in our eager haste; as rushing through the streets we go. We find our lives have lost that theme that was our gift, so long ago. […]
I stood in my garden, on a warm summers morning. The flowers were smiling, resting from toil. Red Robin was busy, a snail slowly slithered, as I heard a strange drumming, from freshly turned soil. A ripple a roll then a sort of a bump sound, quite regular really, except for the thump. But […]
If we wrote the words of a song, would we only use one word, dull? If we wrote the music to this song would we only use one note, bland? If we sang this song would we give it life with rhythms? Or would it be sung dull and blandly? If we sang […]
Are deserts desolate and bare, to you, dear reader of these lines? Do you fear barren, ravaged cliffs, deep frowning fissures, thirsty rocks? Does lack of water or thickening tongue bring dread when thinking of a place, where you are alien and lost on a great plain that never ends. But there is also […]