EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
Of science, a mind to
see, record, interpret
visualise, explain
models, extrapolation
statistics, predictions
simply put, told stories
And what of poetry
a late beginning near
an end, a life, looking
back, no, more reflection
suspended moments, spin
opposite, relative yet not
Did he know her
once in a while maybe
we all believe we know someone
we do, we don’t, unlikely.
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.
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.
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
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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Unreal
Not of light nor darkness
eyes closed seen not being
eyes open memory clinging
unreal still believed
Chaos
Dark fell into night
light showed up by day
shadows took to shade
chaos spins their end
Night Notes
Shuttered eyes open
touching what he feels
words laid out marauding
captured light reveals
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Review
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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She chased
he stood still.
She’s naked
never in his mind.
He didn’t get it
she’d moved on.
She of an age, not young
nor old, she knows he
knows, her lines and eyes
he pins within a decade
He shows his own, tells
who asks, yet as if, he
not believed, she says
(more wish) he can’t be
No time to tell, no hand
to hold, line after line
she feels, he too, soul bites
no sound, no bodies.
As she walked
he asked questions
eased as observation
Sketched at first
her hand held
he got the picture
You’re lying.
Don’t count, it’s only words.
It’s about you.
Can’t be, no one heard.
What you doing.
Messing with the truth.
You’re a poet.
Got me, give me peace.
