Images Of Romance

Blue skies for dreaming and loving and longing

Riding in the sunshine, the breeze through your hair

Watercolour picnic in an oak tree shade

Cool white sheets on a bird-sung morning

Trailing hands through a cornfield in a bright summer dress

The echo of music that’s blown on the wind

White-wine-island sands and a table by the shore

The rippling hush of a warm midnight tide

Fresh clean air on fresh strawberry skin

Fairies blown from a dandelion

Wishes plucked on a daisy

Everything is beautiful

Everything and everyone

The world is perfection

And God is in His heaven

“He loves me - He loves me not - He loves me”

Moments of beauty are ideals and memories

Images of romance all rushed into one

Kaleidoscopic, mosaic, heroic, generic

Honeymoon feelings before you’ve begun

And then there are none

Take one last look around the house before you go

The set for the end was the same for beginning

Another suitcase in the hall and empty rooms

The soul is a home for transient happy lodgers

Their time is a picture you once hung on a wall

Memories are a ghost that nobody sees

“Just look at the time - is it really so late?”

Close the door, through the garden, and the gate to the street

Where a middle-aged girl in an echo of youth

Rides through the sunshine, the breeze in her hair

In her wake are the heartbreaks and joys of her life

Once daughter, once wife, thrice lover, twice mother, 

Cracks in the heart bled cement on her soul

But it’s all just water under the burning bridge

In blue skies she’s dreaming and loving, belonging

Oak tree leaves rustle and the birds are singing

One beautiful day can forget about the others

Yesterday’s a wish from a dandelion blown

Tomorrow’s a petal-less daisy

In a moment’s inspiration the world is perfection

There’s a God and a heaven

I almost forgot

“He loves me - He loves me - He loves me not”

Reviews

[Crowley]

I almost thought this was going to be a full fledged love poem...then I scrolled down and wham! There he is! So glad to see you back from the monestary with the awesome words that are so recognizable as the "Masters" words. Cutting and yet delicate to ones sensibilities in that the social comment is a real one unfortunately. Me the sucker for romance, you sucked in on accasion by romance and your writing......the reality of romance. Keep it up suckah....overwhelmed to see you back.

[Fran Marie]

Once daughter, once wife, thrice lover, twice mother,
Cracks in the heart bled cement on her soul
But it’s all just water under the burning bridge

such deep cutting lines of truth and life's harsh reality tends to burst the beautiful bubble of the once rose-colored dreamland above when one looks deep within this piece of brilliant writing.....as always a true MR D signature masterpiece great to see you back Sir Devs

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Beautifully scribed...I held my breath the whole way through!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

The beginning is so clean - everything so fresh , beautiful and loving.
As love always begins...
Always is not always- always.
The ending a sad reminder of how love can begin clean and fresh
ending in something akin to dirty laundry.
Such a beautiful poem , such a sad ending.
No one promised us a rose garden tho, or did they?
So happy to read your writing again!

Chloe

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I really thought in the first stanza that you had been replaced by aliens pretending to be you! But was relieved when I continued and saw that I wasn't reading a soppy love poem..not Devons would never leave such a saccharine taste in one's mouth, you of course leave the after taste of something far more real, life isn't full of roses..your second stanza was in sharp contrast and just gives more weight to the piece.

[The Analog Kid]

Beginning out in whimsical beauty, I knew I was in for an abrupt kick and you brought it in the form of a "petal-less daisy."

There is so much dark commentary in this. "Cracks in the heart bled cement on her soul." Now that is so original. The soul is tattered once again.

The core of your poem is so damn effective:

"Take one last look around the house before you go
The set for the end was the same for beginning
Another suitcase in the hall and empty rooms
The soul is a home for transient happy lodgers."

This is so gripping to me. The changes we go through in life...heartbreak and the passage of time. Hearts are transient, but the soul is our final refuge.

Just my take on this.

Either way, powerful poem. I am glad to see a decent writer back on WC because we were in a "drought." Seeing you return really lifted my spirits...lol!