Lolita

Lolita

A Poem by Devons

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."

© 2015 Devons


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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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Wow…
A nice feeling shrouds me…
As go through these lines of poem….
Fantastic…..


Posted 13 Years Ago


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you created a dream of peace and longing..dreams are contradictions of our own reality..this is fluid and rich in vibrant descriptions of a place in another dimension..lovely..makes me want to go to sleep....

Posted 13 Years Ago



Devons my friend, this is absolutely gorgeous!

When I grow up, I want to be just like, you!

You're an amazing poet, and a true inspiration!

Antonio :)


Posted 13 Years Ago


Ah, tantalizing symphony of white, this one! You carried the theme effortlessly throughout the stanzas, and there seemed to be no forced breaks in the theme. There are a lot of romantic poems on this site, but only a few manage to transcend the shackles of being ordinary. And no surprise, this one has not only transcended it, but broken all its shackles!
The description of love you have provided with an allegory to "white" or "brightness" is really great. Your words are dreamy, and induce a trance-like tranquility.

"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"
is, for me, the best stanza! I wonder why the word "Her" has a capital H in the second line.
The title of this poem definitely is intriguing. The content is far removed from the novel which bears the same name, though.
Interesting conclusion, too.
Great job once again!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was incredible!!!!..you created such a lucid image.Also so very fluid,the words floated almost like the white clouds in an expanse of blue.Lolita as a theme could be very fragile and you could have gone wrong here,but you create such a different picture than what the reader might have expected..this is so serene,so calm..
I am in love with the stanza,
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
There is something about white walls,whenever used in any kind of write,they give such a subtle yet peaceful aura to the words.are the gauze-thin linen drapes shaped by the freshness
of angelic breath that blows-in the morning..that line was amazing.
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..that stanza again was powerful,lovely..capturing the very essence of two souls entwined other than the physical union.


Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

"Happiness" is not always a dream come true, as any man who's passed the young lady's likes would know, that brand of happiness is an ice cream cone on a summer day...however, as is your want, you tell your story very well, indeed...

Posted 13 Years Ago


absolutely diaphanous...cant agree more with ,Rose.A perfect white and beautiful...Someone broke his streak...should i be congratulating...dark or white you have this something with words...Beautiful...The ending made me wonder.

Posted 13 Years Ago


ahh a spiritual lovemaking.. and what a reverberating ending, well crafted~
(i could only wish i had read it sooner, was a bit occupied by job though) ~L

Posted 13 Years Ago


sir, you are wonderful. you can float so well; and yet well land with that perfect softness, which makes me realize the magnitude!!

i like it.


Posted 13 Years Ago



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