Poem: Doves Turn Around


May 7 by The Running Son




Doves Turn Around

You are on your way home.
I can feel you.
No other home or homing pigeon reprogram
shall erase the message I left for you,
in your fabric, threaded
with passion and DNA tested,

coded active
and GPS dialed to a specified
genetic altitude and mileage, triangulated
to the points of least resistance,
then closed and no longer debatable,
even though you find a pocket of air
and keep insisting.

Sound over air.
you are coming home.
Love has a way about it.
Tones call doves flying alone,
and blue skies and rival flying objects
have no rule when vocal chords
call you in tune, a dove cooing.

But a dove
braving intense spiraling
and the energetic mining of clouds,
with much loud and manic
crying and twirling about, and diving,
open-eyes first, downward,
striving not to lose the sound
or get caught in an off current
and drop ground

to the low registers
where groans and longing
and long orderly conversations
drone on hot, and where
nowhere is up anymore

and all songs stop.
And earth gods
craft dissonant signals, and wrongly accuse
creation for the gilded honing and grooming
of doves in cages.

Just maybe the coding
includes a way home

and instructions to touch down safely.



By Jim Aldrich

Dedicated to A(v).

76 thoughts on “Poem: Doves Turn Around

  1. Craig says:

    Your work touches me-speaks to my heart, but to articulate why eludes my powers of speach. I love the musicality, the percussive sound. I really admire poets, how you can create such wonderful effects with a minimum of words. I’ve made a few stabs at it and end up with nothing. Was it Shakespeare who said: The end is silence. The end of sculpture is space and of painting, light. Maybe it’s best I spare the world my attempts at verse.

  2. myrthryn says:

    Sometimes it seems, even with us, “nowhere is up anymore”. The birds have little choice; it is we who must pull our heads out of the sand.

  3. cherylmoore says:

    Hi Jim, this is a beautifully written poem. I love the almost scientific use of words mixed with a sharp wit and addictive beat. You’re very talented.

  4. Leo says:

    Hi, I nominated you to the shine on award, here is the link


    Feel free to take it, or not … do what you want.

  5. Tina Liu says:

    Wow, I love the dove imagery throughout the poem. Cheers, Tina.

  6. ioniamartin says:

    What a lovely site you have. Sad that I did not stumble upon it sooner. 🙂

  7. inkygatta says:

    Thanks for you comment on Sunfall! I’m glad it ‘punched’ you. =) I love the analogy of a dove coming home to love leading us where it should.

    • ☺ thanks inki. i felt like a rain-boy reading your poem… i live in the desert, but it was like i was quenched. very good writing.

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  9. hey you, good morning

  10. Nice to see you writing great stuff. I will meander here a bit while I take a poetry break. 🙂

    • haha. good to see you. you realize you “prompted” all this with you’re brilliant add-a-line poetry posts . it “prompted” a wild poetry streak in me that keeps going.

      god should giv u a medal dude.


      • Oh medals are for heros. You write very well friend. 🙂

        • cool, i’ll take it then
          from you, inscribe
          “god gave me Super-top
          doggy-blogger prize”,
          om the om-man, show
          me your harsh reality sir.
          an omen. clouds are rollin.
          your letters have been stolen
          and you blog keeps on rhyming?
          that dont rhyme. i dont care.
          you da man. that lives over…somewhere.
          i da guy, cali-boy come to make some noise
          a bout the air and blue things and cool things.

          pjjjjjjj there’s for you sir. happy bloggin to u.


  11. FlutePlayer says:

    Ellipticly running.
    From Father to Son.

  12. I Love this, Everything, TheWhole Concept Of AN Internal MapLeading Home. The Hard Consonant Sounds Drive It Forward, While Still Harmonizing The melodic Sounds Of The Dove Imagery. lovely Piece.

    [NOTE:] I Apologize For Inaccurate Caps And Spacing: Recently, My Phone Underwent A Software Update That AUto Caps Everything, AndRefuses To Auto Space. At Least InBrowser Windows. Please Forgive And Bear WItH. I Assure You, It Irritates My Own EyesAnd Makes My Inner Grammar Nazi SoAngry AndFrustrated. Sadly, It ends UpTaking 4X AS Long To Post Anything If I Manually Change Everything To Its proper Form. >:[

    • haha. rachael, if u havent noticed I have dispensed with punctuation and grammar pretty much altogether so I can use it when *I* want… like a clean canvas to work with. punct. & grammar can be restrictive sometimes (plus, its like an FU to grammar nazis….xcept 4 u of course haha)

      • Haha I’m Not Too Much Of A Stickler In Convo, Written Or Otherwise, Tho I Do Have Pet Peeves. But This Caps/SpacingNonsense That I Can’t Control Except At Great Inconvenience AndCostly Time DRIVES ME NUTS!!!! It Doesn’t Do It In Apps, Just Thru Browser…. It’s Been Two Months, Still No Fix For The Software Upgrade ReleaseD. Me = Pissed! Haha XD

  13. Eva PoeteX says:

    What a unique poem. I love your diction!

  14. JMiriam says:

    Love the poem, I’m going to check out the others when this week is over (it’s finals week for me, yuck, but then I graduate, so yay!)

  15. H. Ken Abell says:

    I enjoyed your mix of imagery comparing the organic and electronic signals and pulses. Very nice.

  16. WilderSoul says:

    Wow! That is a different tone to what I am used to reading here and I like it very much! The sense that there is embedded within our genes, the way home. A true home.

  17. Ar Vhee says:

    This is beautiful… 🙂

    • AV I always wonder about your (perfect almost) English as a second language. When I write. Will she Understand?

      Not saying the answer tho. I think I know.

      Got a poem in queue. you’ll love it. It written in universal people language.


      • Ar Vhee says:

        It is, we don’t use english in our everyday convo here, but yes, I will understand.. 🙂
        can hardly wait for the “poem in queue” 🙂

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