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.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

this is just.. tremendous. i love the floating from outward world, to inward, back to the world at large that is worked so effortlessly.
and this phrase:
"crystal fingers, little ebony, on ivory teeth"

that is exquisite!!!! what a clear precise vision it gives.
the whole thing feels airy, like white linen billowing on a hilltop clothesline.. or like the greatest dream any man could ever aspire to catch..

*sigh* dreamy goodness all round on this one. your grasp of the romantic (almost sonnet like) is firm yet gentle.

[Ladysue]

The voice of this piece is quite soft, calm and peaceful. Blissful imaginary. I agree with Sara the ending seemed kind of sad. This read beautiful....

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A most romantic poem. As if clean and new ... fresh..new beginning.
I love the white images and the light as air feeling.
Those dreams that reoccur are usually the ones that bring happiness.
As with Lolita..( the book) the Winter and Spring collide..love bursts ... and as with your ending ... which surprised me after reading so much romance, love and renewal before that last line ..."Speak tho you only say farewell"
leaves a lingering touch of fleeting love ... for me a though it is a clear look , no cloudiness at love.. we cannot harness love and tie it down... love is something that comes and goes of it's own accord.
Though to me it is worth it all , whether the love stays or flees ..
Such a beautiful soft poem that lingers.
Beautiful!

Chloe

[Sara]

wow, this is really beautiful :) very *light* in imagery and tone -- and, dare i say it, quite romantic too... it seems like a change from your usual style... i like the coupling of 'lolita' (and her sweet, unsullied youth) and all your mentions of whiteness and freshness, it goes together well... an interesting poem, sort of uplifting yet wistful at the same time... i read the book ages ago (and loved it muchly), and wasn't creeped out by it at all. when i got to the end, i just thought it was rather sad... and it seems like you ended on a similar note... of youth, of love, fading perhaps...

[zombiikillah666]

awh. isnt this lovely. (:
i like it. xD