Today’s RWP prompt:
Nicole Nicholson has a big challenge for us on Day 14: Write a cleave poem. What’s a cleave poem, you ask? It’s three poems in one.
The whole idea works something like this (quoting the creator of the form, Dr. Phuoc-Tan Diep): “In its most basic form it is three poems: two parallel ‘vertical’ poems (left and right)…[with] a third ‘horizontal’ poem being the fusion of the vertical poems read together.” He goes on to say, “One of my aims was to examine how something can be more than the sum of its parts and can be 3 in 1: synergy, fusion, co-operation, dialectics, marriage, interdependence, teamwork and The Trinity.”
More info can be found at The Cleave (including samples) and at the “cleave” entry at Writing.com.
Holly cow, I’d never heard of a cleave poem before, and I could make absolutely no sense whatsoever of it, so once I’d looked at a few examples I went for a run, then to the dentist. As I lay there with my mouth jacked open I began to understand. Sort of. When I got home our very new neighbours were decorating. It really sounded like they’d given up trying to strip off the old wallpaper and decided to take radical action. All I could do was retire to the kitchen and make a vat of Chili, my kind of therapy. Once that was done, and I had eaten, the noise abated so I was able to get on with the cleavage.
I've put the first 'vertical' poem in bold so you can see what I'm trying to do. Thus the bold is supposed to be one poem and the non bold another, but they should be able to be read together as one poem as well. Anyway, whether this works as a cleave poem, or a poem of any sort I’ll leave you to decide.
Red Wine and Pills
Layer over solid layer, charting the decades,
wood-chip wallpaper, hiding the cracks,
the singular solution, nothing for it,
tear the walls down, don’t look back.