Sign, or: Delivery

My 1^st Cleave poem

there’s		no rhyme to
what poets write and		what poets experience
how they are understood		when they are read
by critics picking their fantasies		apart / from
from stacks of books delivered
by publishers, not knowing		the rhythms of their hearts
them and their little birds		fluttering so vulnerably
yearning		hoping against hope
for understanding		among the earth dwellers

How to read a Cleave poem?

Simply:

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)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

48 thoughts on “Sign, or: Delivery”

Wow – that’s a tricky so-and-so to write. Well done David! Like some of the others, am tempted to have a bash. Also, noted Selma’s comments – and I too have had two more recent notifications that you are following me As you say, probably a WP glitch.