A Cleave poem
In the form of two Tankas
|tall, frosted windows||reflecting dawn’s rays|
|as the horizon lights up||deep purple morning glories|
|under cotton clouds||opening to rain|
|marking the autumn season||harbinger of winter chill|
|look upon a dull, brown world||spelling tender petals’ ends|
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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40 thoughts on “Dawn, or: Twilight”
Both have their own feel and color. Lovely! 🙂
❤ ❤ Terveen ❤ ❤
Two Tankas dancing in a Cleave
Came together perfectly under the direction of David’s Pen
Autumn says it is Twilight
Morning Glory somewhat tender still lovely at Dawn
❤ ❤ ❤ Abi ❤ ❤ ❤
You are welcome great Poet.
Crafty cleave creation, David. You weave a beautiful cleave! 🍁
maybe a “weave” can also be a form of poetry – we should create it, Michele!
That is a wonderful idea, David, and a fun name for a new poetry form. 🤔 💖
Beautiful verse, David. ❤️
❤ Jeff ❤ – thank you so much, kind Sir!
No denying skill. No sir. Well done.
❤ thank you, Sir ❤
You are most welcome. Espie
Lovely. You’re getting very good at the flow of these. (K)
🙂 you’re kind, Kerfe 🙂