It was in the grey of morning

The #OctPoWriMo prompt is about betrayal and the suggested form is a palindrome, in which it reads betrayal one way, forgiveness the other. I don’t think I’m capable of writing a palindrome, but here’s another cleave poem that reads sad/happy.


It was in the grey of morning, birds were singing in the trees

When you left, I heard you go, with the sound of breaking hearts

I closed my eyes against the light, sun was on the brink, rose

Leaching into the grey, with the promise of a soft day.

I should have seen it coming, I see so much ahead,

But the wishing and the wanting, for us, a lifetime not enough,

Veiled the fractures and the flaws. I reach out my hand to touch you,

Too late, your footsteps fading, your face turns to the light,

You will see a different dawn, with a familiar smile,

A future, ocean vast, bright as the glowing sky,

While I refuse the heaped regrets, thoughts circling back to me

To grasp the coming day and the completion of happiness.





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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.

24 thoughts on “It was in the grey of morning”

  1. ‘ You will see a different dawn’ ah the painful wrench of separation , but one day we must undergo total and final separation. Perhaps that is why we would like to leave some imprint of our short lives , in the hope we will be remembered.

  2. This is gorgeous in message and construction! I love how you still invoked the idea of the palindrome, which is a type of mirror poem. The way your poem reflects in each line and creates two poems in one is brilliant. Fantastic job!

  3. โค This is a beautiful cleave, Jane. I've not tried one yet, but you've got me fascinated by the form (again! You're really good at that ๐Ÿ™‚ ) I had to postpone poetry yesterday; not only did the day conspire to be Totally Potato (germs were passed by students), but I couldn't even see the full moon due to heavy rain! Insult to injury! I did try the palindrome though…after some sleep.

    1. How’s the migraine? I’d never be able to tackle a cleave poem with a migraine.
      Palindrome sounds like a tropical disease to me. I’ll have to check, but I thought it was the form where the lines have to make sense when read backwards.

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