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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The nature of our online world, as real, you remember people, however distant, they’re here in some way – a review by L Owen who blogged until a few years ago:
Easy reading short quirky poems about life and relationships
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 28 May 2020 by L Owen (Amazon UK)
‘Easy reading but very thought provoking. Eric has a marvellous way of writing one thing but possibly meaning something else entirely. What exactly? That’s for you to decide, to interpret in your own way and that dear reader is the joy of poetry. From a poets point of view… I thoroughly enjoyed this collection.’
‘From a poets point of view…’ – a review I made in 2016:
Creative living poetry
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 30 May 2016 by EDC Writing (Amazon UK)
‘A collection of creative living poems, marking the seasons; Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, the natural order of things. I haven’t counted but I guess about 140 poems in all, from a few lines to several verses, none too long; the way I like plants, delicate, colourful, enchanting, blending yet distinctive, each of themselves and of the whole. I seldom come back to poetry, once read, yet I find I come back to this, as a favourite garden, an ever changing view of the familiar, the words for me take on a different hue, quite remarkable really, this poetry it seems takes root and grows in you. For me a book to own and not let go. Well sown, Louisa Owen.’