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.
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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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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
Shielding of the extremely vulnerable in England paused – he played, she stopped.
‘I’m telling you I’ve asked you’
‘I’m listening what did you say’
This is page 18 of ‘Shorts – a take on poetry’ published earlier this year in May as a paperback and e-book – plus a review which appeared on Amazon.com in June from someone I don’t know – who I can’t thank enough.
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Not of light nor darkness
eyes closed seen not being
eyes open memory clinging
unreal still believed
Dark fell into night
light showed up by day
shadows took to shade
chaos spins their end
Shuttered eyes open
touching what he feels
words laid out marauding
captured light reveals
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Ama No Iwato
What an excellent and unusual poetry book
Reviewed in the United States on June 18, 2020
As an author, Eric Daniel Clarke has such a profound sense of what humans need, what relationships and life is, and what makes all of our hearts tick and break. He puts your feelings into the words, the words into short blocks, the blocks into profound stories that touch your soul. Plus, it makes you smile. The author has a unique way of handling words and emotions.
I am looking forward to reading this book over and over because one time is not enough!
Thank you so much, Eric, for all your writing. Poets and writers like you make the greatest difference in this world, more than you may ever know!
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As part of the Go Dog Go Cafe ‘Classic Poems’ series, I present the celebrated poem of Spring ‘The Trees‘ by the most English of England’s poets, Philip Larkin:
The Trees, by Philip Larkin
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
It is respectfully and fully acknowledged that ‘The Trees’ first published in ‘High Windows’ in 1974 is presented here by Eric Daniel Clarke (EDC Writing) as it appeared in ‘Philip Larkin – Collected Poems’ published by Faber &…
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Never dated… his poems laid confused.
If she’s real he’s close too
Roger couldn’t make this up – but WP could it seems!
Out of the blue her eyes
The games hearts play so dangerous
Lips unzipped for tongue tip sips
Laid exhausted by young wanton wiles
Need defies the lines of years
Searched for meaning through inked fingertips
Her intentions lies no longer hide
One of many no way him
Mirror says old bald move on