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[billy]

the form is called cleave, it's we're you can use more than one poem side by side and they make up three or more separate poems. the good ones can be very good. and they can be quite intricate.
not sure i like the ...'s, perhaps the indent tags might help improve on them.

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I watched an old man taking pictures[ind]mountains,trees and summer skies.
I watched a child cry for attention[ind]screams and tantrums, tight-squeezed eyes.
Which memories will last a lifetime[ind]fading photos, sobbing years?

would look like;
I watched an old man taking pictures[ind]mountains,trees and summer skies.
I watched a child cry for attention[ind]screams and tantrums, tight-squeezed eyes.
Which memories will last a lifetime[ind]fading photos, sobbing years?

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to the poem, a great effort at a hard form. i think in places (of both poems) you lose the thread a little. in the poem as a whole it isn't notices. but separately it feels like some lines are forced.
I watched an old man taking pictures
I watched a child cry for attention
Which memories will last a lifetimeon and of itself feels weak.
it feels a bit lacking in good images as well tom, again i think this is a casualty of the form.

still a good effort thanks for the read

I watched an old man taking pictures...mountains,trees and summer skies. summer skies is cliche
I watched a child cry for attention...screams and tantrums, tight-squeezed eyes.
Which memories will last a lifetime...fading photos, sobbing years? should the / go after lifetime as well? specially if they're two separate poems as well as one large one?

The old man stopped and smiled benignly...turned his lens towards the sun
and on the pavement danced a circle...ring of brightness, dancing fun.
Who will claim the greatest pleasure...now that they have swapped a tear?

The infant chased the dodging day glow...laughing at each twist and play;
in rheumy eyes a swell of memories...rising recalls, happier days. i'd use he between rising recalls.
Old man too late to capture moments...child too young to know that fear.

The sun slipped sudden, clouds occluding... the game was up, the brightness gone;
a click of shutter held the second...boy and man, yet strangely one.
One, because each shared the moment...and in that instant all was clear.
tectak
Harestanes
2013

Thanks for this, billy.
I had only heard of Cleave poetry indirectly. As I am not keen on "exercise" forms I guess I "stumbled" on this as if it was a new idea, never having pursued its origins.
There was another poem I stuck up on the "conversational" but perversely silent soliloquy between shagger and shagee which inspired the idea in me...there is nothing new under the sun!
I might have another go at this but it is votable on the ellipses. 1-1 so far?
Best,
tectak