passion without compassion
breeds a darkness a despair
that overcomes takes the soul
regardless of intentions
to feign kindness
This cleave poem is my response to Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge: Day Two (each day a new Yeats quote).
“… the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;” —W.B. Yeats
A cleave can be read as a single poem and as two separate poems – left side and right.
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The hands crawl around the dial, as time runs out
The years having crept up on me in my final days
In the little time I have left, I wonder at all that has passed
Will I be remembered, as I remember those I have known
Or will memories of me fade, now, as I fade away
Some things are meant to be forgotten, perhaps never really known
Jane Dougherty has introduced me to the cleave poem, in her Poetry Challenge #24. It’s an interesting challenge to write, as the mind needs to be able to follow three lines of thought while composing the lines.
Cleave poem ~ a poem without rhyme, meter or set length. Dividing the poem into left and right sides reveals two separate poems, in addition to the original.