Treasures locked away/ the vastness of space
deep inside her brain/ is a tempting mystery
little understood/ how to solve the puzzles
past, present, and future mingle/ and how do we know what tense to use
as the bright star flickers and becomes a black hole / we see the light only after it’s gone
This is a cleave poem in response to Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt.
This week’s words are: Tempt/Treasure/Tense/Vast/ Lock
A cleave poem is three poems. Each side is a separate poem, but together they form another poem. I can’t seem to format this correctly, so the last two lines on the right carry over to the next line.