As she drew her comb over her head
preparing for the day, the wind played,
teasing at the thin strands, songs of yesterday,
echoes from the past and dances of life
stepped into her mind, whisked and twirled,
and her feet shuffled as she scattered his ashes
with a parting chasse to the eternal ballroom.
Inspired by recent poems posted by David Bogomolny on The Skeptic’s Kaddish, (https://skepticskaddish.com/) I thought I would try a Cleave poem. To read it you should read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem, then the right hand poem as a discrete poem, then both poems together as a whole poem.
Marion – this is unbelievably good! So good! I love it!
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David
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Thank you David π . It was a tricky dance getting it to behave!
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Lovely!!! And brilliantly composed, Marion, three poems in one playing with the imagery of dance in concert. ππ»ππ»ππ»
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Thank you so much Dora. βΊοΈ
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youβre most welcome Marion. π§‘
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