Fall October 23, 2011

by Elexa Rose

 

Greens and burnt oranges

Are counting the gasps

Of air we take

In this cold, bitter hour.

 

Cracks from all the trees

And broken branches

Crisp and crunch

Beneath our steps.

 

Your pace is slowing

Looking out to sea

Though we’re far, so far

From the comfort of the harbour.

 

The crackle of the radio

Buzzes out.

Your eyes are deft and slight

In the diminishing light.

 

The end of the road

Is in sight, finally.

We’re all concentrating on it,

Even these dying trees.

 

Even these dying trees

Can feel the tension

Can feel my thoughts

And you look at me like fresh meat.

Four by Four October 22, 2011

A poem that I wrote to mess around with structure, semantic ephasis, syntax and also expectations. Just kind of playing around with some ideas going on my head, things that I’ve seen in some comtemporary poetry recently.

The stars, they grow.

The smile with a renewed

innocence.

 

My headlights are guiding

me home.

Towards you.

 

Gliding, the wind trys to

keep up.

Rushing past the window.

 

My heart tell me, assures me,

that you’re thinking,

waiting up for me.

 

Relish the darkness

of these country lanes

I know so well.

 

Round these bends

I didn’t expect there to be

an approaching four by four.

Yet another wanna-be expressionist poet. October 22, 2011

No one likes posting their work for all the world to see and critisize, but I guess I should just man up and just shove some stuff on here. I wrote this about six months ago, over a period of about ten weeks, to-ing and fro-ing with ideas. I wouldn’t say I’m quite happy with it yet. But I haven’t touched it for ages so here goes.

She Breathes

 

The rhythm of sad footsteps below

scattered on floorboards.

Moaning forests murdered

for this moment.

The walls exhale, fall down

and inch or two.

Staring through windows

that stare back at me.

The chimney is waiting for fire-

waiting to fill this room with a dusty heat.

I shiver, letting the latch clink

to a close, almost silently.

I let myself wonder, am I still breathing?

 

So to all the random people that stumble over this, be critical, be horrible, a penny for your thoughts etc. Feedback, is feedback, it’s always appreciated.