Barry Kavanagh Poems

Lassitude of Solitude

Earning aptitude
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I dispossess thee, of me

To cry eternally
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I row my boat

To distant shores
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Black rain on broken hands

Eyes like steel and glass
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Velvet bow atop an ivory cover

My true love waits for me
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It is a time to transform

Reform, to a form fit to adorn
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A disdain for the political

Drafted of meticulous perfection
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Shelved from love

As sweet as can be
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On the shore you did find me

Crestfallen and alone
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Black hair of silk and flair

Eyes of dark’n soul
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