The Poems of David Garlick
A note! Part of a beautiful song or maybe, part of a discord. I only am. Just a note. One note in so many, sometimes beautiful, sometimes a slip of a pen. A black dot on paper. A sound in a mind. A tear wrenching sound clip. a peak, a valley, a crevasse. […]
One day dark clouds hung in my mind and rain fell urgently in my soul. It washed over me in a flood and the salty sting cut my eyes. Why lie here lonely in despair living for meaningless goals, like visits and the next meal; prisoner of the Healers. It is time to […]
What are these writings in the sand these ancient runes I can not read? Are they the story of my life? Not as the pages of a book but rather, to encourage me to think about what might have been. And having thought about those chances lost to build, to guide, to cherish or […]
To love is all consuming, to be loved is humbling. David Garlick, Victoria, 1990