…” the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.”
Leonard Cohen. Anthem
That which once was clearly read
now manifests in ciphers,
silent, broken and disintegrating.
Whatever the answer was,
in this parchment of peace,
it is gone now, forgotten,
fragmented and lost.
Words and songs are smudged,
dark wings tear the light,
chaos reigns beneath the ordered surface
and the zero and the I,
tattooed in bar codes
indelibly across our eyes
binds us and blinds us.
And our blindness multiplies
with the hate and lies,
the killing, the hurting, the violence
wasting our hearts
to ashes, charcoal, stone,
and all we might become
is lacerated by darkness.
But still we inhabit our dream
as if the unbearable pain
was part of a stranger’s nightmare,
otherwise, we ask
how could we breath?
how could we sleep?
how could we believe in love?
So we claim neutrality,
pretend we do not see
the millions of bodies of falling doves
filling the sky like tears,
blood on white feathers
heaping around our feet
freezing us numb in holy snow.
Mixed media collage and poem by clinock.
Thank you Steven @ http://poemimage.wordpress.com for design inspiration.
26 thoughts on “‘The 100’ # 97 – Dove”
Powerful! Very strong and moving.
Thank you Debra. Yet one more news item reporting the violence and atrocities in our world unbalanced me and I needed to express and share these feelings…
You did a wonderful job. A beautiful collage and poem about the downside of humanity.
Ina…yes, so much pain felt in every way…you know this, dear friend…
Intence John…….very emotive…….what all good art is about. Expressing emotions!!!! That break did you good.
Thank you Robert, your comment is very much appreciated as always…
“freezing us numb in holy snow”…. a beautiful line, John. I read your poem as a tribute to the thaw …. and the roots of compassion.
Your words mean a lot to me Jana, thank you…
Hi John, these are gorgeous, the textures and composition remind me of Dave Mckean. I love this series.
Thanks Cheryl, I’m honoured that this reminds you of Dave Mckean, his work is fabulous. I’m also honoured and very glad that you love the series…
Every word comes from and speaks straight to the heart. The same goes for your collage.
” But still we inhabit our dream
as if the unbearable pain
was part of a stranger’s nightmare”…
and your response also speaks straight to the heart dear friend…I knew you would understand…
I love your wonderful works..please keep posting…
I will Ayse, for you, for me, for all of us in this circle of sharing…
Thank you John 🙂 I will keep painting too…
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Yes, babajij, absolutely…
Wild! I love how balanced this is, yet being so loud and intense.
Last night I dreamt of a flamboyant pigeon/dove.
Hear you Pink and so good after a long time of not…I know that dream…
Very hieroglyphic John. With curving collage earth tones from something long ago. A beauty.
Thanks for your seeing Steven and your encouragement…needed sometimes when i don’t really know…
The purity of the dove endures as an image, even in this wild painting, where it sits sharp and beleaguered in the bottom corner. You have portrayed it so well with words and painting John. We cling to the impossible. As I age I feel the darkness and despair more strongly. “Rage, rage against the dying of the light” Now I see that in a different context. The world is the same as it always was, we hear and see more….but who is really listening? And worse, what can we do? This is the darkest orange I have ever felt! But thank you. Philippa
Thank you dear Philippa for these words and thoughts that carry so much sensitivity and understanding. Your comment is poetry and circles in my head and heart as i read it again and again.”Sharp and beleaguered”… “We cling to the impossible”…”This is the darkest orange I have ever felt!”…you have said so much and with such beauty. The Dylan Thomas line seen in a different light I get so well, its wider context. Yes, age and experience sharpens the focus and the pain…and what can we do? Perhaps it is enough to never avert our eyes and do all we can possibly do to balance the warped evils with love, art, compassion, beauty and light…
Yes, I think you are right. Those last gifts are very much within our reach and ‘power’. Your work is certainly standing up and out. Saturated colour and quiet intensity. Thank you for these and your reminder about what IS possible.
This works on every level – words and images combined telling of the horrors we commit. An old story that, sadly, never gets old.
thank you Mark and yes, sadly your last sentence rings with truth…