Spiritual Poetry posted August 22, 2015


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a 'cleave poem'

What about me?

by mfowler

 
From early life I've saved sad things: tired butterflies, tadpoles in jars,
abandoned birds with broken wings, and tattered toys like broken cars.
A one-eyed Ted with awkward stare; a battered soldier, leg askew;
a lonesome kid, no friend to share - and now it's me who's needing you.
 
I've collected lost and lonely hearts, applied the glue of loving friend.
Re-assembled lives with surplus parts and now it's me who needs a mend.
O'er time I've given all I had; I loved each one with equal measure.
Now I'm  worn out - not iron clad; my giving's gone, it's now spent treasure.
 
I guess I've tried too hard to be, a saint upon this earth so long.
I've been asking, What about me? I want to sing a diff'rent song.
I know you're there, and I know why, you won't accept my self-defeat.
You listen well and hear my cry; without your love I'm incomplete.
 
I'm feeling strong, almost renewed; I'll lean on you when things aren't great.
You'll hear from me when I'm ungluedfrustrated, or in happy state
I'm standing now, I'm not afraid. There's people waiting to be served.
I'm not alone with you to aid: the lost, the poor, the undeserved.


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This is a first attempt at writing a cleave poem.

Cleave poem: A new experimental poetic form.

How to read a Cleave poem?
Simply:

1. Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem.
2. Read the right hand poem as a second discrete poem.
3. Read the whole as a third integrated poem.
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