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

[Twilight]

The words in this poem speak of romance and the beauty of love. "Truth", "hope", "joy" and "love" are just a few of the teachings yearned for by the protagonist. Less clear perhaps, is why the word "whisper" is used. Possibly, one of the reasons is our association of that word with love. For example, a woman in love will sometimes whisper, so-called "sweet nothings", to her partner.

As so often in Linda's eloquent writings, there are a number of carefully placed references to the beauty of nature. In this piece, the "rose", "bud", "green blades of grass" and "blossoming" are amongst her choicest words, perhaps.

Ultimately, I feel that "a lifetime of bliss" (see line one of the third to last verse) is what the protagonist seeks. But, she needs those teachings in order to turn her beautiful dream into a wonderful reality.

[David Lewis Paget]

Your touch is so deft and tender, like gossamer, fine lace, or cobwebs brushing tenderly at your morning face. See, it's catching! I rarely wander into that other-wordly domain where you reside; those days are long gone for me. The spirit hardens as it ages, like the retinas in old eyes that view details in a soft blur. The sensuality of your writing, however, touches the quintessential soul of man, and reminds him of days of softness and desire, when life meant love, despaired of, and yet sought continually, as an adjunct, to inspire.
Beautifully done.

[Bill Grimes Jr.]

"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."

Such raw power and grace in these flowing words you share......Deep and heartfelt......romantic.... hungry....sincere.......Well done indeed my friend.

Peace,

Bill :-)

[Salvatore Buttaci]

A perfectly constructed poem that contains no forced rhymes, an easy rhythm, and much emotional impact. I enjoyed reading it.

Sal

[Pax Analog]

Now, THAT's an education.

Like the fine filigree of learning to breathe with the soul on fire.

Subtle sweet symbiosis of swooning into divinity, nothing less.

Because poetry can express the nuances of intimate whole reality, is non-ideological, it is the essence of TRUE spirituality.

This poem is the sublime testimony of an exquisite devotee. It IS the whispering. . .

[bluessadmood]

oh yes like the lady said down there this is something i rarely read
its so sweet,what emotions ,how tender your words are
you make fly,you make me happy ,for a while
i forgot i was bound to earth,felt so light
your words like true magic,you did wonders with my mind
i could see early morn blush against the sky,you made me see it
the grass going mad ,irritable by the rushing river by
i could see all the love in your rose
i felt the immortal touch wherein for ever was in a flash
i could see hope in the blossoming bud
and the flesh on fire from euphoric blood
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.

this is magic ,pure magic ,you sing to me
wonderful...

[Alex McFadyen]

Yah, this poem radiates beauty and personality all over the place. The two stanzas that stand out the most are definitely the first and the one noted by the earlier reviewer. It is one of those poems that makes me feel gushy and better about the world. No easy task for an individual such as myself, believe me. Thanks for sharing it! I look forward to reading all the rest of your work!

[DreamSharer]

I have been browsing the web for good poems for sometime now and honestly I have not read something this touching till now. I am a very big fan of poetry and your poem spoke to me really deep. I don't know if anyone else felt the way I did but it really touched my heart and I felt like those words were coming from my own heart. I think this is what poetry should do, in the first place. It should speak to the reader and make him or her relate. Very well done to you. I absolutely loved the language and your style. This was very well written. Keep this good job going and I am definitely going to check your writing more often. Looking forward to your next poem!

[E.V. Black]

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.

Three little words should be enough to describe this poem:

OH. MY. GOD.

I have seriously never read something this good before (well, I HAVE). But, still...WOW.
As Rodyann said below, you have to be an experienced writer or have at least a lot of experience under your belt to write this well. I noticed about halfway through the poem that you were rhyming. I barely noticed it, it was so good. As for imagery, chockful of it yet flowed naturally without feeling suffocated.

I could go on forever, but you get the point.