|
razorblade symphony
by Andrew S Adamsrazorblade symphony awakes with blood hitting the keys.
the strings cue up, waiting for a conductor-
and this man is cowering behind the podeum,
this man is hearing the silence drip.
a key is hit with the resounding note,
and the bow crosses the strings-
sliding slow, every inch of pain savored,
it all begins to build.
quietly, a drumtap is born. beating the battered.
we slowly gain momentum.
the woodwinds are busy, stealing my baited breath.
and the conductor is moving fast and fierce.
no more buildup, full swell has been attained.
all the noise and the beauty and the harmony and pain
all the dreams and the blood and the scars and the notes.
all the life and the death and the birth and the asthma attack.
and a razorblade symphony ends,
recedes back into the bathroom sink.
it is a slow, drawn out finale-
but finally, the notes circle the drain. 08/07/2003 Posted on 08/07/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/07/03 at 09:07 PM Fascinating title. Extremely well executed analogy. Really very effective. I must admit I hate thinking of putting music and suicide together but effect is very dramatic. |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 08/08/03 at 03:59 AM I winced, cringed and gasped in pain. Don't tell us how you do it... |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/09/03 at 04:45 PM Wrenching, graphic imagery. Beautifully done. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 08/18/03 at 05:31 AM the imagery and the way this is wrote reminds me of the blade cutting skin. It is what goes on in the mind and describes it so well. |
|
