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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)

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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 :-)

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 :)

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!

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.

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

Di11y Da11y

Date: 8/7/2023 7:43:00 AM

What beautiful interplay of language to incorporate the theme - I was carried with it feeling the sadness - excellent entry (I mean mine is about the council getting rid of the pigeons from the city centre haha)

David Kavanagh
Date: 8/7/2023 8:07:00 AM

Thanks Dilly, I’m delighted you seen the deeper meaning within my poem, I tried to keep the theme going throughout each stanza and hit it home with the finale, getting rid of pigeons is a near impossible task ask any statue in the city centre lol! Cheers David