times internal
at times external
unqualified at peace negotiation,
surrender squandered beneath an unmade bed;
plucked barren
seeing freedom only as needed -
wrap her in chaste white feather,
one blue eye
allow her fly, fly ...command it, damn-it
with hope springs promise
possibilities branch,
a returned symbol, humane, hu -man, persecution
placated; grounding tears, flood dammed... damn it fly
surface-less dove.. fly......
grant truce, trust - land it, stamp it...damn it
absorb this blood...let it walk straight.
renewed again...unified, qualified
fly...dove...
fly..
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
"renewed again" Yes! Hope is there, always...
ReplyDeletewow - this style sounds pretty different to what i have read of you before - like it - unified, qualified - fly - yes - fly!
ReplyDeletenice...i like the change up...the symbolism of the dove, then the blood and the frustration...tight piece...
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful symbolism and truth in this lovely poem...you always amaze me with your talent! :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat one!
ReplyDelete"The dove is never free..." (Leonard Cohen)
ReplyDeleteYou are right Shay...Leonard said it best....bkm
ReplyDeleteOh, this is nice...Reminds me SO of my thoughts as I once wrote:
ReplyDelete"...Fly little bird,
Fly with the wind
For if you do not
You have surely sinned..."
Glad to see you again!
Very staccato; was that on purpose? Works very well in the style/themes of the poem. I had the image of a wounded bird trying to fly over a battlefield and finding no place to land to rest. Nice effect and really loved the poem.
ReplyDeletecrb.
Hi there..
ReplyDeleteI wandered on to this post from other blods and must say I am glad I did..thnks for the share..I loved the lines, the whole word play, not at all pretentious...
I also write poems, You cld, if u wish visit my blog at www.versepoems.com
ur opinion wld be invaluable..thnks.
Returning your visit and to answer your question: I have moved back to Montreal and teaching part time again. Qatar is a nice place to visit but not to live.... :)
ReplyDeleteAnne-Marie
Great post. Let the dove fly free.
ReplyDeleteDear bkm,
ReplyDeleteLovely -as always. Different though from your usual offerings. A bit more edgy.
bkm
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful!
Pamela
An inforgettable poem! I see the white doves flying!
ReplyDeleteI agree...fly, dove fly. Well expressed sentiment!
ReplyDeletethanks everyone....needed to excerise both side of the brain...and this one started elsewhere....but lead me to this....blessings...bkm
ReplyDeletebeautifully conveyed the message of hope
ReplyDeleteThe struggle of freedom ... nicely done.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the first "dove" :) Good one!
ReplyDeleteYou poem true ... I like the use of the dove and the artwork is stunning.
ReplyDeleteFine poem. Thank you! ... Poem on ...
beautiful highlight of your subject,
ReplyDeletelove the image!
love the structure of the poem and very wonderfully written =)~
ReplyDeleteA strong lament for peace not flourishing. Do you know "We have gone too far; we do not know how to stop" by Edna St. Vincent Millay? yours reminds me of it.
ReplyDeleteMine fr the potluck is here: http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2010/02/03/week-68/
thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday!
"Fly on, little wing..." - Jimi Hendrix
ReplyDeleteI agree, let the dove fly free...a powerful write as always my friend. Loved the read xx
ReplyDeleteSigh... fly free little one, a very symbolic poem, birds for centuries in almost all cultures are symbolic messengers of the Creator. Very creative write.
ReplyDeleteJoanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/
Beautiful..what else to say...you have portrayed the struggle of the dove in such a way that even we feel like saying 'Dove fly ...,fly".
ReplyDeleteOohh...this was a very poignant read, bkm... I liked how you made the analogy here... it was stinging, but very well done indeed!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this poem with poetry potluck... it really was a rare treat!!!
This poem seems a little political to me am I reading that right?
ReplyDeleteunqualified at peace negotiation,
surrender squandered beneath an unmade bed;
plucked barren
seeing freedom only as needed -
It seems to me that these lines are so current with the world right now.
I will read this one again and again. Beautifully written.
Kristin - when I started it - it was an internal surrender to peace and took its voice to the external - it wanted to be heard....and yes can be read as such...thank you....bkm
ReplyDelete"With hope springs promise" and I enjoyed the promise of another flight of imagination.. Thanks for sharing..
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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