A few poems I've written since coming to Warwick. True, they all tell some kind of story but there isn't much in the way of deeper meaning. I'll work on that. Please tell me what you think.
Winter Ashes
Embers of a fiery passion,
Extinguished by the cold of her eyes,
A look from those orbs leaves him ashen,
Feeding his mind with sweet lies.
Intent
A change,
The air seems different; fluid,
A delight to float upon.
A change,
The clouds quiver; nervous,
A roiling tempest swells.
A change,
The heavens darken; waiting,
A torrent bides its time.
One last change,
The storm unleashed; screams,
The world is layed to rest.
Tasteless
There is nothing.
Now I look to my right.
There is nothing.
Onwards then, trudging into the distance.
Night falls,
It makes no difference.
Sun rises,
There is nothing.
I come across a lake.
A body, bloated, afloat.
A full meal. For once.
Bile amidst the mud.
Sour Dust
Sunlight on a forgotten box,
Undisturbed for years.
A man climbs up, afraid, alone.
To put aside his fears.
He breathes in deep,
He tastes the air,
His asthma waits,
Dust in his hair.
A rodent stirs.
The dust-clouds rise.
The man observes,
Says his good-byes.