As we approach the clock change, let time fall back an hour, a throwback post today at the Go Dog Go Cafe where I contribute now and then…
False dawn before the clock change
within darkness comes his fall
holes dug laid out before him
loose words piled high ignored
heavy hands of time push back
let him swallow on his lies
her tears wet over
raked old ground subsides
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Eric Daniel Clarke (aka EDC Writing) is an Englishman, raised and schooled in Devon close to its Somerset and Dorset borders, and the World Heritage Jurassic Coast. He has spent his adult life near the River Thames, in Buckinghamshire and Berkshire, working as a scientist at the boundaries of the physical and life sciences. Now in his later years he finds himself writing poetry and prose, using words in place of molecules to explore life’s boundaries; observed, imagined, of his mind and yours.
Something I’m not looking forward to.
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Nor me – roll on Spring and get this Winter behind us.
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I wonder if this moving the clock will ever stop, like it did in Russia. I don’t see it bothers them.
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Ah, but they live in the virtual world of every body else.
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Ah right. Damn!
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Such a dark and ominous mood to this. Perfect for the time.
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Thank you, Diana.
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