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Intimate audition

You need not read novels to me
nor do you have to recite poems
when you whisper in my ear

it's not the words that matter
it's your breath

that sweet tingling caress
resounds in my cochlea

we are here
we are alive
we are real

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hillrider

16 years 1 month ago

Psst !

Whisper...whisper...pant ...pant...
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Ink Dragon

16 years 1 month ago

Dail!

You naughty boy! I just fell off my chair again, laughing. Yours, ~Nina
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

16 years 1 month ago

AH Nina!!

whisper to me - if only with your sighs!!! Loved it - short and sweet! Boni
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Ink Dragon

16 years 1 month ago

Dankeschön, Boni :)

I am still recovering from my brain cramp when trying to organize my thoughts about the devil after reading your Dark Star poem. Hope you can make sense of my rant there! Yours, ~Nina
xena465

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

Wish someone would whisper

Wish someone would whisper in my ear and make me feel like that! Just got my wee pet rat Zak in my ear sometimes, not whispering though, nibbling...hope that doesn't spoil your moment at the thought of a rat in your ear Nina...Love it. Rosina xena465
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Ink Dragon

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Rosina,

no worries, I used to have a pet rat too. Little Spike went wherever I went... so you haven't spoiled my moment at all. Yours, ~Nina
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Darknlovely3436

16 years 1 month ago

my mind

want to betrayed me, my cheating heart, love the write
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

16 years 1 month ago

Minor suggestions

Firstly, this is a good piece and flows well. The reading flow is smoother than than speaking flow and I would like to address that by offering a more intimate word in a couple of places and adding a line to expand the mood. Suggestions are [bracketed] ---------------------------- You [needn't] read novels to me nor [recite rapturous] poems when you whisper in my ear it’s not the words that matter it’s your breath that sweet tingling caress resounds in my cochlea [and I quiver] we are here we are alive we are real ------------------------------------- --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
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Ink Dragon

16 years 1 month ago

Jonathan,

many thanks for the detailed critique. I will definitely give these initial lines another go, but something tells me that I do not need or want an "I" in there, so I think I am going to leave the penultimate stanza alone. Yours, ~Nina
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

16 years 1 month ago

Understood

And that explains perfectly the interaction between critique and author. the reviewer offers ideas and suggestions, the author weighs them to see what expands the vision and what does not. I know you have no difficulty with this concept, but I am hopeful that those who view any critique as an insult might learn from the way it can happen when no one is taking offense. --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
DawningDaytripper

DawningDaytripper

16 years 1 month ago

Who wouldn’t want to

Who wouldn't want to whisper in your ear after that Nina, grandly simple and inviting. Whisper whisper, Your talent to catch me and hold my attentions are astonding. You know all the boys will want to resound in your choclea. LOL. I almost wanted a little nibble of a lobe though, but I am only the student and learning from the teacher. I Loved it. Julie D.D.
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Ink Dragon

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Julie,

thank you for your kind words. All the boys? Gosh, what an onslaught! One would be more than enough, really ;) Yours, ~Nina
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Nina

This is brilliant ... the soft touch of the title draws a mood straight away ... [intimate] silences the mind to be told something extraordinary I am running out of superlatives hun fucking brilliant will have to do love and hugs JayCee x x x
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Ink Dragon

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Jayne,

fucking brilliant does just fine, thanks :) Love&hugs Yours, ~Nina
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

We hear the whispers of the sea

Ann of Norway The music of one's breath that's so intimate and lovely Nina, and that suggestive word the cochlea which has the ring of the shell the conch shell in which we hear the whispers of the sea and far off places, setting the mood to that of contemplation with the lull of the waves wafting in our ears. When I read to Erik he goes to sleep at the sound of my voice, so its no good hoping for comprehension of the book. A poem in the NOW. Love to you dear Nina from Ann.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

An audible sigh I leave for

An audible sigh I leave for you, Nina, along with a nod to Jonathan's suggestion. ~A "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ A Course In Miracles
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Wafi

16 years 1 month ago

Wow!!!!

Wow!!!! Nina, You blessed my morning! What more can we expect from a poet? Love you for this!! Sincerely, Wafi "Culture, location and beliefs; All vanish with love!" ~Afzal Shauq~