Voyeur

We watch and we judge all too quickly.

Voyeur

You watch my pain erupt

from the safety of your loft apartment

in the ethereal sky.

You breathe in my agony

as if smelling a rose,

you find it fragrant.

It satisfies your distaste

of who you have made me

in your mind within this virtual world.

You drink the blood of my misery

like a fine Chablis,

savouring each drop

for its bouquet,

each fruity note.

You roll it round your tongue

then spit out your distaste

into the stainless steel spittoon

of your conscience.

The sensory examination and evaluation of

me reduced to see, swirl, sniff, sip, savour

and spat out.

 

29/08/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

An almost smack to the senses in this piece, one always finds a paddle when up on our high horses, great piece.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Thomas

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your very welcome x

[Leslie Philibert]

A fine,bitter,central image that has a go at sadism, and ( my POV) defends all values of humanity ( if that makes any sense, but you know what I mean)..a well written poem !

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Leslie. Just noticed I repeated the word pain without real justification!

[AprilRN1210]

not funny John... ok.. maybe it is...

beautifully written as always... glad I could inspire:P

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh twas the word and concept rather than April the woman who inspired this one. But it did flow from our exchange so thank you April.

[AprilRN1210]

oh heck yea... I know... I am not like that!!! uhhhh hello:P

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, yes, some just thrive on watching us suffer...they get off on making others writhe in pain...

and you judge...drinking us in then spitting us out in distaste.

well expressed here...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Jacob

[Frieda P]

Bitter grapes.

'into the stainless steel spittoon
of your conscience'

Rinse and repeat, for your reading pleasure...you have quite a way with intoxicating words John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

And you are indeed kind my Lady. Thank you.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your poetry is a Ben & Jerry's of palatable pleasure...there's something for everyone.

"You drink the blood of my misery
like a fine Chablis,
savouring each drop
for its bouquet,
each fruity note."


...I love it, John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Kelly!

[Lyn Anderson]

This is harsh. And hurtful, and sad. And beautiful, I might add. I wonder if you meant savour and not saviour at the end?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Nah you nailed my tired eyes as always. Thanks 'M'.

[Lyn Anderson]

You are welcome. Thanks for not minding my "nailing you" lol.

[MomzillaNC]

The poet, the protagonist, tells us the story of a lover - the antagonist - trying to force the poet into a mold, to usurp, to take away the poet's poetry, then loathing the poet for letting their words be usurped. There's an almost vampiric quality to the antagonist of this poem. It's a thorough conviction of those usurious nature of people we all despise… and despise ourselves for empowering them to hurt us.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for such a considered review Monzilia

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome. I just loved the way the poem told a story in so few words, the likes of which volumes are written about.

[R Smith]

Your sense of taste is very refined John, that's why you produce such interesting poems, well done again.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Why thank you Richard.

[Rene Salinas]

Oh , John a continuity of the virtuality. Interesting, and questions, how real is what you get through virtuality? You seem to have invested feeling and the answer from the other party involved leaves a lot to be desired in my views. Maybe there is something wrong with Her/ His decoding apparatus.

Bringing a bit of perspective to the expression A priory.

Thankyou

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Only a poem Rene. Stimulated from an earlier discussion with April. Many thanks.