And then in the midnight silence
as the tears flowed into darkness,
with my tired sighs – old loneliness
the wounds of neglect –
forgot to fester into sorrow shifted
leaving my heart like kaleidoscope mirrors
cloven in two, that shattered into patterns
creating a vision, which someone might have called,
love.
A Cleave Poem is in two halves, that is two separate poems, one on the left, one on the right, but when read together make a third single poem. Sound tricky… well, it is. I ended the poem with a single word for both sides of the poem … and I so put it into bold italics. For more about the Cleave Poem go to The Cleave Poetry Webzine where you can read about its origin and history as well as see some examples … and you can also visit Jane Dougherty Writes which is where I heard about it for the first time!