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Picture taken by my friend Cyndi Leos....thank you Cyndi.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Magpie 132: The Last of the True Romantics...


Big Room 1948, by Andrew Wyeth

Poetry Challenge by Magpie Tales 
Photo presented by Tess Kincaid

  
The Last of the True Romantics
by dkb

she wandered through
the room
aware of him
despite his absence...
they both always had
such wonderful light...

memories flashed
as she gazed
into the stoned fireplace
and the chime clock
on its mantle

they shared passion
for one another
as well as classical music

closing her eyes
images flickered in her mind
like a quick fire projector

she smiled
 remembering
how they always said,
"we are the last
of the true romantics..."

her fingers drifted
softly over the smooth
pair of bright red
  ceramic apples...

 symbolic of their
first  meeting
he kept them in
the wooden bowl
they bought at the street fair
upon the table he built
for her...

she was always
happiest there
entertainingly
engrossed in one another

the dark wooden planks
creaked beneath her bare feet
as she slowly twirled
to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata...
it was always in her head
when she thought of him...

12 comments:

Kerin said...

Beautiful picture, and it is so right for the poem.
Thank you for sharing.

Have a happy day!

Smiles :)
K.

DJan said...

Lovely imagery, Donna. I can see you dancing...

Helen said...

Romanticism ~~~ captured!!

Daydreamertoo said...

Beautiful. This describes such a happy and comfortable relationship. The kind that fits just like our oldest, most comfortable clothes that we don't want to part with.
What a lovely read.

McGuffy Ann said...

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Grace said...

Nice perspective....I never thought of the room/house as a happy place of romantic memories and classical music ~

kaykuala said...

It's good to remember and hopefully be remembered. Memories have a way of making it happen,given time! Nice write Donna!

Hank

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is as lovely as a Mozart waltz, and truly romantic.

Bee's Blog said...

Lovely. Precious memories written about so beautifully.

gautami tripathy said...

What a beautiful piece of work.....

shades of roses on my walls

Margaret said...

"the dark wooden planks
creaked beneath her bare feet
as she slowly twirled
to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata..."

Absolutely a perfect ending!

LindyLouMac in Italy said...

What lovely words.