Teach me to whisper like early-morn blush against the cheek of the illumined sky.
Teach me to whisper like early-morn blush
against the cheek of the illumined sky,
like the green blades of grass beside the rush
of the river that is hastening by.
Teach me the love that is found in a rose
and written in crimson calligraphy
across the earth, making merry of woes,
in a swirl of fire and epiphany.
Teach me the touch of immortal extent,
wherein forever is found in a flash,
where shadows of thought are an aliment,
a source of life among ruin and ash.
Teach me the hope of the blossoming bud,
tremendously tender and spun sublime,
with her flesh on fire from euphoric blood
and flaming curves that are bedewed with time.
Teach me the truth of mist on the water,
the white shroud of silence that drapes the blue,
where shadows hush like a quiet daughter,
waiting for the winds of a warmer hue.
Teach me the love of a lifetime of bliss,
where warm shades of passion burn like a fire,
where foreplay flutters are born in the kiss
between lips of unquenchable desire.
Teach me the joy that I see in your eyes
whenever I see you looking at me,
in that intimate way you alchemize
and turn my soul into a rhapsody.
Teach me to whisper the words of my heart,
the lover's song that I'm aching to sing
and bridge the distance which keeps us apart
by teaching heart how to lift its redwing.
Incredible...a sublime mix of hearthstone, open skies, and heartbeats.
'Teach me the love that is found in a rose
and written in crimson calligraphy
across the earth, making merry of woes,
in a swirl of fire and epiphany.'
Your touch in this poem beggars description. Where has your work been hiding?
teach me the truth of mist on the water - genius, I love it. and teach me to whisper the words of my heart... this is a fabulous romantic piece with lines to repeat in every stanza - Brava!!!
I agree with the previous comments, you've taken perhaps a cliche' idea, linking human emotions with nature, and made it work because your descriptions are so original, they're fantastic. I especially loved your ideas about flowers,
'with her flesh on fire from euphoric blood'
'and written in crimson calligraphy'
the language here is an incredible brocade of crystaline lace~ you embrace your thoughts and it is pure pleasure to partake of every poetic gift you offer~
Incredible....beautiful....this is why I love poetry. You've woven a most beautiful tapestry of love. From the first line to the last I was totally taken away and loved it!!!
Poetry is the sister of Sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a poet; every tear is a verse, and every heart a poem. When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a hum.. more..