I find you where you always are
within the only messages I read
your photo next to your words
on top and under me.
In my mind we’re staring ever
smiling eyes sparkling as if stars
a moonbeam passed between
so close yet never seen.
Author: EDC Writing/Believing Sight Unseen
Guest Blog Post – Featuring Eric Clarke
My thanks to my good friend, writer, tutor, editor, Esther Chilton for featuring me as a guest on her blog today. My poem ‘England – Isolated Views’ is a compilation of individual short poems posted March through to July – it’s a strange feeling looking back at words written of the moment in times we’re living through.
It’s Friday and time for my guest post. If you’d like to feature as a guest on my blog, please get in touch. I’m looking for stories and non-fiction pieces of up to 1500 words and poems of up to 40 lines. If you can also send me a photo and a little bit about yourself too, that would be great. Please send them to estherchilton@gmail.com
This week’s guest writer is Eric Clarke. I first met Eric at the London Book Fair a few years ago. We’ve become good friends since then and I’ve watched with interest as his work has deservedly become recognised. Recently, Eric had his first collection of poems, Shorts, published by Potter’s Grove Press. Here’s a little bit more about him:
Eric Daniel Clarke (aka EDC Writing) is an Englishman, raised and schooled in Devon close to its Somerset and Dorset borders…
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How old?
Heavy head, left side
loaded, fingers up, thumb
cheek-bone posing, what’s
with the grin, new look
index only, hand free, why
not, can’t face the picture
head shot, cut, a single ear
cropped, no hair revealing
not putting out, nor pulling
either, you’re how old, surely
younger, okay give in, a smile
no glasses, yes, a hat a given.
Unlikely
Did he know her
once in a while maybe
we all believe we know someone
we do, we don’t, unlikely.
Not knowing…
All about you, I’d like to know
the things that make you smile
the ‘car crash’ that still hurts you
the love you lost, still feel.
All lives have wounds and splinters
not all have you as I do, or me
as you, to heal, to mend, to restore
faith in, in being, giving, feeling.
Open a door to your inner self
without fear of slamming in your
face so perfect, even with a tear
shed knowing not knowing you.
Pause, play, stop
He’s told today
he’s free to be
as normal as
he can be
He asked again
she said no
she didn’t shield
his feelings
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Shielding of the extremely vulnerable in England paused – he played, she stopped.
Age-old story
What are the doubts
you have of me, what
is there about me you
do not trust, why can
you not let me be a
friend to you and let
what will be, be?
Telling words…
‘I’m telling you I’ve asked you’
‘I’m listening what did you say’
Today she told him…
When did he fall, bruised knee
a day or two ago, heart stitched
a week or more, his emptiness
the day she said he shouldn’t be
where she could see, he would
he said, today she told him sorry
Six Words – 27/Jul/20
Sentenced by line. No remission, unkind.
