Thanks to Annie from What The Woman Wrote for introducing me to Cleave Poetry. Another example of Cleave poetry can be found in her link.
A Cleave Poem is in two halves; “one should be able to read the left column (what’s in regular font), right column (in bold font), and each line across as a combined thought giving you three distinct poems.”
Mother always repeated a saying; Father didn’t think much of my Mother’s wise words.
Don’t burn your bridges wherever you go, end a meeting with kind words; Father said, the world’s yours, make sure others see your authority.
Many people you’ll meet in life; too many people, will rob you blind given the chance.
And some people you’ll want to remain in your life; but they’ll leave, their purpose in your life done. Strike before they strike you, let them remember strong words when your business together is finished.
When it’s time to say goodbye ensure your words are meaningful and genuine; remind them who helped get them to where they are, to never cross your back.
Don’t leave malice churning between the both of you; smile at them, hug them hard; take them out for one last beer.
Shake their hand and say ‘Adieu.’ Leave the bridge between you standing with tokens of remembrance; urge them with fear (while you both have a pint) to speak of you respectfully — to not burn their bridges.
©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.