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When Doves Cry

Each time the doves cry 
my tears fail to fall 
Like mist they hover 
within the white squall
Storms can pass on over 
or forever stall
Makes no difference now 
I’m inside the eye’s wall

Fly away my love 
they say you’ve grown wings 
Use them to climb high 
past where reason sings
Soar outside of time 
find what heaven brings 
Let me cry with doves 
embrace each tear’s sting 

Earthly dreams are over 
to the quanta they go
No darkness or light 
grey areas are aglow 
Fledgling grief ensues 
feeding off my woes
I taught the doves to cry
just to let you know… 

Dedicated to
My Dad and Sinéad O’Connor
(The doves cried for both)

Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2023

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Anne E Sangster - K Date: 8/8/2023 2:19:00 PM A truly beautiful poem David that tugs at the readers heart strings. I especially loved the second and last stanza. Cheers my friend :-) Login to Reply David Kavanagh Date: 8/8/2023 2:56:00 PM Heya Anne, thank you so much, I particularly enjoyed penning this one, and was delighted the way it came together, cheers right back at you, David

Susan Lawrence Date: 8/8/2023 7:11:00 AM I was enraptured right away in the planes of consciousness you created here David . Grief and pain so realized. The way time stands still for moments and you pause … just wonderful ~ my tears fail to fall like the mist they hover within the white squall. Powerful and emotional . Hugs, Susan :) Login to Reply David Kavanagh Date: 8/8/2023 8:31:00 AM I’m delighted you found enrapturement in my poem Susan, normally it’s you that takes the reader on emotional rides, was delighted how this one perhaps still offers love in the darkest of moments, cheers David

I Am Anaya Date: 8/7/2023 11:44:00 PM Separation from attachment is painstakingly a brutal realization. Effective ending. My interpretation. I'm torn David. Good one! Login to Reply I Am Anaya Date: 8/8/2023 4:57:00 PM Just read that, Bono and Geldof lead mourners at Sinead O’Connor’s funeral! Wow David Kavanagh Date: 8/8/2023 1:12:00 PM You know that makes perfect sense Anaya, it very much could be a eulogy for her, she was buried today in Bray, just outside of Dublin, thousands turned out for her funeral, got a great send off! I Am Anaya Date: 8/8/2023 12:16:00 PM I'm surprised I didn't see this before; this could also be a eulogy for Sinead O'Conner. ;0 (Prince wrote songs just for her) David Kavanagh Date: 8/8/2023 8:41:00 AM I hope so too, they tell soldiers when surrounded by death in wartime, (the only hope they have is to accept the fact they are already dead) bone chilling but effective! I Am Anaya Date: 8/8/2023 7:44:00 AM Stabilizing the understanding of impermanence as the immutable condition of our lives is a path toward liberation. Hope I'll be able to embrace this philosophy if. :) David Kavanagh Date: 8/8/2023 12:56:00 AM Torn is indeed the theme throughout Anaya, a difficult uncertain life lies ahead for the bereaved, the doves helped carry the theme along, thank you for stopping by, cheers David

Lin Lane Date: 8/7/2023 8:17:00 PM I felt the beginning of goosebumps reading the first two verses, but on the third, when you told your love that you taught doves how to cry... they rose to full height. I felt the fledgling grief of your woes. Oh my gosh, David, by using 'fledgling you blended the theme of doves to the beginning of your grief. Login to Reply David Kavanagh Date: 8/8/2023 12:50:00 AM Heya Lin, thank you so much for the wonderful comment, I was trying to keep the dove theme going alongside the grief, bringing it all together in the final stanza as just the beginning of the process, I’m delighted you felt it come together, cheers David