image-ine: tribes

tribes

save me from the little tribes
the us and them tribes
that say who can’t marry who
that make you take up a gun to defend them

give me those sisters and brothers
in the bigger family
to link arms with
to cluck and strut together

to head off somewhere
not knowing precisely where
trusting that we’ll find the way
. . . together

the kind of tribe we need
with mixed up colors and open doors.

 

Artwork (graphite powder, acrylic inks and gesso, collage on w/c paper) and poem by Susan Cornelis. Used with permission. © Susan Cornelis. Susan blogs at Conversations with the Muse. Information about her art workshops is found at Imagine with Art.

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Comments

  1. says

    That statement in the image itself, that “without a tribe a person is suspect” — such a profound and difficult truth in that.

    Susan, thank you for sharing your work with us this morning.

  2. L. L. Barkat says

    “to head off somewhere
    not knowing precisely where
    trusting that we’ll find the way
    . . . together”

    That.

    And the painting is delightful. Love the colors.

  3. says

    and it pains
    me to remember I
    was one in one
    of those petty little
    (so little) tribes
    not only for the ones
    I hurt but for all
    the arms that could
    have been linked
    to mine

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