Lolita

A recurring beautiful dream he has

it comes unbidden and uncontrolled

years apart but of no time

but always summer

he's young or old

A white imagining, cool white walls

cool white floor and cool white light

pure, clean, and virgin as the billowing breeze

are the gauze-thin linen drapes shaped by the freshness

of angelic breath that blows-in the morning

sun-kissed air that caresses creation of light

that herald's his day like God's seventh

That wonderful world is outside and waiting

the elements whispering a melody of beginning

everything is new and everything is bright

the white sheets of his bed are ointment on his skin

and all is clean, pure, and all is fresh

newly-born his touch, porcelain his flesh

Happiness is a dream come true

and next to him is Her

all he could ever want

and nothing he ever knew

a girl, turning woman

a smile, turning laugh

perfection turned real

and all good he could ever feel

the glint of her eyes as they gaze upon his

is the charge of his life

the power of his soul

all that she gives is his that is all

And impossible romance is the tune that starts playing

floating on the air like a faraway voice

tinkling wind chimes or church bells in the distance

crystal fingers, little ebony, on ivory teeth

the player in white at the white piano

in pure air, cool breeze, in a room of white linen

the song is of love like an ancient serenade

a universe of feeling that's never been made

but now it begins that which time will never tell

that speaks not nor knows the existence of hell

living words of verse of life as a spell

"Speak, tho' you only say farewell."

Reviews

[A.Lee]

Wow. I think you've outdone yourself with this one. Excellent work. I absolutely love the 'feel' of this. Its almost as if you just float right through it. Each stanza is more of a paragraph and the words in each paragraph just flow together like a river until you get to the end, then take a breath, then to the next paragraph. Excellent imagery. I felt like I was standing right there...

"A white imagining, cool white walls
cool white floor and cool white light
pure, clean, and virgin as the billowing breeze
are the gauze-thin linen drapes shaped by the freshness
of angelic breath that blows-in the morning
sun-kissed air that caresses creation of light
that herald's his day like God's seventh"

I could feel all of that and that image carries you straight through the poem and leaves you sighing. The last stanza was great. Still soft and billowy, with the touch of reality. Amazing work. I could probably go on a bit more, but I'd just be repeating myself. Great job. 100% from me on this one. And probably going in my favorites.

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this is just amazing....perfect imagery...
especially the last verse--just beautiful!!!
I love this!!!

J:)

[ashley]

This is incredible, I absolutely love this poem. "Lolita" always seriously bothered me, so the title made me hesitate, but this is perfect. I really enjoyed this poem, it's going in my favorites. Fantastic job!

[Fran Marie]

but now it begins that which time will never tell
that speaks not nor knows the existence of hell
living words of verse of life as a spell
"Speak, tho' you only say farewell."

Such enchantment runs thru~ the beginning of this lovely poem ,the finer perfections of love, pure and pristine,perhaps in a realm of fantasy such things may exist but then comes reality to flub the perfect setting up,a dreamers dream at best no doubt~

As always Dev~another gem from your talented pen!! 100 Kudos

[just rose.]

Diaphanous. Your word choices brilliantly echo the theme. I'm interested, as I always am in your work, in the subtext, which perhaps is not as pure as the lines would indicate. Porcelain skin ... yes, on the surface, suggesting cleanness or purity, but underneath, is there an emotional rigidity? A girl, turning woman, a smile, turning laugh ... one wonders about the flipside of this, as indicated by the farewell in the final line. As always the interplay is tantalizing, these incredibly poetic, hopeful lines that nevertheless have beneath them an echo of the wisdom of loss ... beautifully rendered. "Living words of verse of life as a spell" could perfectly describe the experience of reading this poem.

[Ryan Falzon - Tymon]

This is for the lack of a better word, and for comic relief, doubleplusgood!. The poem starts with a description of one man's heaven. Lying in a perfect world where everything is pure and perfect, everything is in harmony, all you could ever want is in this world. The perfect music following the prefect world creates a sheer beauty of pure love, not lust, but just pure love. Then, the poem slaps the reader in the face as the song changes it's tone very slightly, and simply saying to the reader to say goodbye to this word, for the poem is the only glance you'll get of it. 100/100!

[Poeticpiers]

A beautifully descriptive piece of poetic prose conveying the dreamlike quality of a young mans fantasy of the perfect partner.How sad that it must end and you are faced with reality

[R E Tree]

The colour white can mean a lot of things, it can mean innocence or to begin a fresh start in life. For a woman to give something white to a man means forgiveness. I like the imagery of the white walls and floor it created a image in my head of a white room. The colour white can be spiritual as some near death experiances has lead people seeing a beam of white light shining over them. They feel their soul getting taken away by this white light but they wake up knowing they want to live. This poem sounds very touching and heartfelt especialy on the last stanza. It takes my breath away

[Ruth]

Absolutely beautifully done Devons!
"the white sheets of his bed are ointment on his skin
and all is clean, pure, and all is fresh
newly-born his touch, porcelain his flesh"................Stunning imagery:)
There is something divine about this poem, romance executed in a manner that isn't taccy! lol Awesome work love :)
A read that has left me dwelling on the imagery you have poignantly used and also a little in awe! lol
Great work
xx

[Crowley]

OMG...you are in love. Or at least you should be. This was the bluest Carribean water lapping at the whitest sugar sand beaches, with ten hot naked chicks lounging and waiting for my fat a*s to go jogging on the beach. Real dream like quality my man with some extra original phrasing that made it stand out for sure. This took me by surprise...different but well worththe read.

[Lady Celery]

Wow... that was really, really well-written. It had a nice flow, and it was really just beautiful. Nice job!

~Julia T.