April - NaPoWriMo - 14
the father held the answers and the reasons in his heart seasons for hope the start of all things keeping promises too close for flower’s bloom, the towering gloom of forest, watchman’s doom was filled, o’erpowering dreams that waited till the world’s unraveling restart, rebuild and he the holy braid repeating all he’s fallen still for wind that blows the promise filling the seasons reasoning sweet answers keeping home-fires burning hope returning heart still yearning sends the one who understanding this flashes furious flame unleashed a breeze that forest’s trees can speak its words true hope eternally forsaken, newly heard. Written for ReadWritePoem #14: a CLEAVE poem: The left hand (bold) words form the first stanza. Right hand (unbold) words are the second. And the whole poem read normally is its own third stanza. At least, I think that's what the definition meant.