A Winter's Journey (Seasonal Affective Disorder)

Roddy O
Roddy O Posts: 13
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Winter months spent wondering hopelessly in a fog,
Anxieties diffusing like black ink within him,
Unable to find direction, depression sets in.

Thirsting for enlightenment, he carried on,
Sacrificing those who could not help him,
Inconsolable and unwilling to be patient.

As Hamlet’s Ides’ of March unfolded,
Poetic justice was served as a solar cascade,
Bringing clarity and dissolving the curse,

The poisoned fog was lifted,
Shimmering diamonds on the inside,
Finding the person he has missed for years.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    II like the images of black ink spreading and corroding, and the contrast it creates against a bright solar cascade.


    But I've a question: why Hamlet's Ides of March? Why not Julius Caesar's?
  • Bu2
    Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    ..."Shimmering diamonds on the inside"...

    I like that line.
    Feels Good Inc.
  • Roddy O
    Roddy O Posts: 13
    My bad, wrong version. It should have been Julius'.

    Good pick up!
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    and we thank the sky/universe for spring..good job..
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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