A Whispered Breath

Reflections of passion in a quiet voice...

In the endless void of all beginning...

The Spirit breathed ~

Across the vastness of unmade galaxies

there was a still, small voice.

I, made in the same image

raise my voice

breathing my whisper

warm upon an unmade love. 

Do you answer my call?

 

Doing thus, would we be reborn? 

Now, flesh of my flesh

as one, bone of my bone 

all our desires melting,

gathered in the clutches of satisfaction

blissful pleasure is ours.

Not of my creation,

lest I appear to boast, Bounteous joys freely gifted.

Should we claim ownership? 

Are we full of such greedy audacity? 

Though I hunt the deer upon my land

consuming what I claim is mine 

we both return to dust, 

this living land remains the basket of our passing. 

If the flesh passes not beyond the veil, 

what does it profit to preserve purity? 

There can be no blasphemy in pleasure.

Neither is there vanity nurturing passion. 

Doth human legacy not ride the crest of passion's waves? 

Do we not collect our lives upon time's sand spilled shore? 

We need not shout our rage

striving to live beyond fate's shadow.

Expect not loud beating drums or bugled songs

heralding our arrival and all to soon departure.

Listen to the quiet pulse...

Two hearts echoing a whispered legacy ~

Exhaled upon spent, flushing flesh 

Fulfilled in the climax of our love.

Author's Note

These are a few thoughts I recorded on my I phone on my drive home from work last night... I hope my words can inspire others to embrace and live their passions, breathing in the whispers of love in their lives.

Reviews

[Relic]

Another excellent poem with the depth of a microscope. The alliteration is peppered throughout nicely.

[David Scott]

It is funny, I was not attempting alliteration at all... This was a poem I composed out loud speaking into my cell phone while driving home one night after work. Maybe I used alliteration subconsciously because I was listening t myself speak the words while composing the poetry... You give me an interesting experiment to try now.

[David Scott]

Oh... Thank you Relic. Manners betray me at times.

[Relic]

You're welcome.

[TL Boehm]

there is a gentleness and a resolute spirit about this poem - it is deep - discussing those things we flit way from most days - our existence, our legacy - the parts of us that are finite, yet there is no sadness. It is what I call an adult poem. Saturated with beauty and wisdom and emotion - yet not raging out of control. it speaks softly and makes the reader lean close to listen.
Doth human legacy not ride the crest of passion's waves?
Do we not collect our lives upon time's sand spilled shore?

and I found those two lines particularly lovely

[David Scott]

Thanks Tami. ;)
I try to be a grown up from time to time... Ha.
This is how I love... with a quiet whisper and loud actions.

[Kenaz]

I didn't think it was possible, but you have gotten better my friend. A beautiful whisper

[David Scott]

Ah... Thank you. This is a few months old... It caused a bit of a stir in my world at the time... ;)

[A. Amos]

Your thoughts were mind blowing my friend, I was lost in such a wonderful sea of words!

Passionate and simply amazing piece of art!

[David Scott]

Thank you Amos. I'm happy my words carry a sense of emotion to a reader.

[A. Amos]

Your words do have a way to give a your readers a sense of peace, which truly is lacking big time in this strange times! You're most welcome buddy.

[emmajoy]

Love has a million faces! To share any few of them in sweet asides and gentle touches is magical, absolutely! You really have encompassed the meaning of blissful union, David: ' There can be no blasphemy in pleasure, - Neither is there vanity nurturing passion. ..' For me it's the knowledge that what passes between is seen and felt outside-in for both, not just the one. As the same applies to life and what you give to and take from it.. because after all, loving is feeling more alive than anything.. it tickles every sense, it hugs every smile... tis beautiful!

No need to swagger one's physical prowess, no reason to brag its almost selfish glory, but, as you say, 'Listen to the quiet pulse, Two hearts echoing a whispered legacy, .. ..'

[David Scott]

You seem to gather in the my scraps of thought and present them back to me in a magical voice...
read moreYou seem to gather in the my scraps of thought and present them back to me in a magical voice...
Thank you for your kind review and thoughtful comments here. :)

[MomzillaNC]

I can't quite explain why, but this put me in mind of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

[David Scott]

Thank you for the comment. I will have to look up this reference.

[MomzillaNC]

Goodness! You're not familiar with the Rubaiyat? I'm sure you must have heard references to it, "A jug of wine; A loaf of bread; and thou…"

[David Scott]

I'm really not well read... There is sooo much I don't know. :)
I will learn however.

[MomzillaNC]

You should be able to download the book of poetry from your local library to your eReader.

[David Scott]

I just read some... Thank you for the introduction.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Ruth]

David, you have warmed my wintry bones this evening...always a delight to pause with your writing, speaks with spirit and wisdom ♥

[David Scott]

Thank you Poppy... It is what the Spirit gives...
Much love. :)

[Pax]

such inspiring piece, a sheer whisper of courage and love.... beautifully piece, mr. david

[David Scott]

Thank you Paz. I am glad you stopped to hear the whisper. :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Life is not a ticker tape parade. No, it is tiny vignettes of love, romance, heartbreak. It is filled with small experiences that do not shout to gain our attention. We must look for them and when we find them, cherish them. There's a lot of spirituality in this one, David. Whispers often say much more than screams. Beautifully written. Lydi**

[David Scott]

Thank you Lydi. I think you reflected back to me most accurately my intention in this write. You really did understand me... I means a great deal to me.

[Lydia Shutter]

Glad I did!

[icelandicblue]

Fear not for there is no shame in love and shared passion...that is what I heard in this piece. It is love that gives true animation to flesh and bone regardless of our beginnings because love is the most powerful force in the universe. It is beautifully whispered and profoundly moving David.

[David Scott]

Thank you for your thoughts Blue. I think your "take home" message is a truth if the human condition. Love is so measurable in so many ways. Yet, we can never really pin it down to one definition. I will continue to enjoy the lessons in life bringing love to greater understanding.