Teach Me To Whisper

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.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Forest Green]

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?

Wonderfully complete and truly, truly original.

Daniel

[trapperhoney]

beautiful. rich, strong imagery.

[Robin]

absolutely wonderful ~

[Sweets]

I loved this !

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh ...this is beyond description...I will say only that is it beyond beauty..beyond beauty..only those words for fear of not doing it enough justice...You have a God-given talent....

[Amy Bumpas]

These lines: 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.

Draw the reader into such perfection, a whisper, a secret
to be told to the one we love, and only they can show us.
It reads like a dream, a illusion in such vivid decor.
This is just beautiful.

[Kesha]

Amazing,my favorite line is 'Teach me to whisper the words of my heart' Because I'm sure most of us need to listen to our heart.

[TheOther]

Wonderful, beautiful, magical. Such vivid imagery. I love it.

[Parker Pearl]

beautiful. i normally avoid complimenting people on the "flow" of their work, because that sounds like such a contrived, cop-out thing to say, but i am forced to tell you how beautifully this flows. i was swimming through the imagery and the tight, efficient rhyme scheme. a lost heart ready and desperate for something more. love, perhaps? probably. but i like to see it as something more, and i think you do too. great stuff.

[Seerose]

Thank you. Amazing. Every word and line is so carefully chosen. I love it. English can be such a beautiful language.

[writing mojo]

This poem greets you at the door of your heart , then it tells you to wipe your feet before anointing the blisters on your feet with kerosene. like welcome mats on fire the echoes fan the flame you created living on your knees in soul pleas for so long,
with the flames smothered the ash becomes the journey your heart and head together can only measure.
it make it easier to get up. then it says in...so many lyrical offerings ( didn't i tell you to wipe your feet?)....strong stuff to tread from such divine roads of perception..which you see through to the end...