My 2nd Cleave poem
|she loves||his gruff voice, his calling card|
|that he leaves||his hot temper by|
|his shoes neatly by the door,||now|
|ajar, open to a world||well known to her|
|that could offer support||whenever his arm rises up into the air|
|should she need||to make his tyranny known –|
|help…||she wants to scream|
|but of course, she doesn’t||and whimpers in terror instead|
How to read a Cleave poem?
- Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem.
- Read the right hand poem as a second discrete poem.
- Read the whole as a third integrated poem.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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