Poetry by Adam White, an English poet now moved to Montreal, Canada. Writer of poems in various forms. Free Verse, Sonnets, Triolets, Sestina, Haiku and others. You can follow me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/#!/AdamWhitePoet
Sunday, 9 January 2011
Mad Butcher (Revised)
With tiny hands you wield your errant blade
Like an expert butcher cleaving chunks from my life,
Cutting balloon strings in the world I've made,
Replacing hope and fortune with a cold and easy strife.
You crow. I call you liar and I call you whore.
You're absurd and I wish I could comprehend this
Madness and lunacy that you work for.
What agent of chaos would birth this venomous
Insect. What ridiculous twist of unlikely chance,
Brought this event, moment, morose to my own door,
On the eve of my great and grand deliverance
From all the agony I felt before?
Can't you see it shows? The lie shows in you
Because you don't know how this pain sits in a heart.
How it purrs and bleeds, rots, festers and brews.
How it screams out and leaves such an blatant scar,
Such a wound that the whole world can see,
And acknowledge it, but keep living on,
Accepting the false smile for all that it is,
Just a cover. A nice, comfy, warm cocoon.
An obvious white lie to trick the kids,
But never black, never me, never this,
Never would I or could or ever will,
'Cause I'm so much better than the man who made this hurt,
And even more so than you who would raise it still.
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I get the off beat rythm Adam...it catches you off guard and the poem has a slightly mad unhinged feeling to it which works really well with the subject matter...I like dark...and this was!
ReplyDeletegood strong right...yep agree about the beat...and loved the way the rhyme kicked in and then slipped out to drag back in again...the poem was full of angst...kinda felt you were living with someone that wont give themselves to you as they still suffer from previous experiences..cheers pete
ReplyDeletewow Lumberjack. I totally loved this poem.. so powerful.
ReplyDeletewow adam - i love it - lots of fantastic lines but that's my fav..But never black, never me, never this, Never would I or could or ever will..
ReplyDeleteI agree with the others about the beat - and i like your voice - very expressive - adds a lot to hear this read by the poet - really cool
Great reading! A powerful angry flow that takes a stand and defines the limits and reaction to perceived/experienced madness. Agree, really cool.
ReplyDeleteGosh I feel your pain. Been on both sides of that knife and this is a brilliant summation of the intensity and sickening cycle those emotions bring. Really perceptive and wonderfully expressed.
ReplyDeleteNice; spit that venom. Try to aim for the eyes.
ReplyDeleteOh my. Intense doesn't begin to describe the stormy-wrenching words that I just read. Were they written in heart's blood, perchance? Good work. Strong and piercing.
ReplyDeletenice. hard read but probably because i have been there...and you caught it well...
ReplyDeleteLeaving the ambiguity of how and why gives the poem depth. Enjoyed hearing you read it as well. It seemed more personal and less mad than I heard in my ears by only reading it. Well done. Thanks,
ReplyDeleteGay @beachanny
Oh, I cannot tell you what a difference it made to hear you read this...do it more often please. A great poem and magnificent with your reading.
ReplyDeleteYou reveal the demon in us all, Adam. I know someone like this and wage a constant war against letting her hurt me. "...What agent of chaos would birth this venomous/Insect..." I've often wondered. Excellent piece, and enjoyed the reading as well. (The purple on black is making my eyes cross, though. ;-) )
ReplyDeleteThe pain and anger bleeds off the page into my heart. The flow worked well as did the breaks. Well done!
ReplyDeleteWith tiny hands you wield your errant blade
ReplyDeleteLike an expert butcher cleaving chunks from my life,
Two lines in and I was hooked Adam, great write, really strong voice throughout this well structured piece.
Solid, building work.
ReplyDeleteI am speechless...
ReplyDeleteDark, "But never black, never me, never this..." a poem that broods and brews with words, imagery.
ReplyDeletejust come back to hear the read...not a single bit of brummie to be heard!!!! good though..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteOk, Adam we need to tone down the talent! :) This was a great piece that only you could write.
ReplyDeleteDear Adam
ReplyDeleteVery powerful.. and evocative. I loved the lines
"What agent of chaos would birth this venomous
Insect. What ridiculous twist of unlikely chance,.."
Thanks for sharing..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Reminders of past angers, festering with pain, insurmountable obstacles creating crevices in the relationship so far beyond its origins. Excellent write.
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