Every day I wonder what I can write
that you’ve not read in some way before
too many days I end up writing nothing
not of lack of feeling, more through
feelings being a fluid thing with need
of touch, of sight to flow, words unheard
seen unsaid, whispered ears, expressive
eyes, receptive lips, in mind to be outside.
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.
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.
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
Shielding of the extremely vulnerable in England paused – he played, she stopped.
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?
‘I’m telling you I’ve asked you’
‘I’m listening what did you say’
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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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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