NaPoWriMo: In a thousand places

A cleave poem.

Photo ©Henry Mühlpfordt


In a thousand places/  the night’s sweet dark is over

Dawn breaks and shatters/  but memories still linger

Scattering shards of darkness/  among the crumpled sheets.

Above the hills /  the last stars are fading

As the daylight grows/  and the first birds singing

The empty space yawns/  like a promise fulfilled.

I hear your footsteps/  walking down the winding road

The white gull cries/  on its way to the sea

And I know you have gone/  in the dewy morning

Leaving starlit memories/  forever my hand in yours.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

20 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo: In a thousand places”

      1. indeed. yet I think this is why this particular form really pulls the poet willingly or unwillingly into a confrontation with the yin-yang, two-sides-of-the-coin facets of life, of being human. And trying to deal with just being a human in this world feels like untangling fuse wire sometimes (a lot of the times?).

      1. Each one you write gets better, amazing. Several people have attempted the cleave, on the writers site I posted on. I am still excited about the form.

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