The Valley & The Tragedian

My tragedian may lay to rest now
soothed by rolling hills and folding light
Wisping mists; fog, cloud and smoke
Screen the doomsaying-mind
Clotting ventricles and arteries flowing
The life-forces of miserys' estuaries
With luck, the brackish bleed will soon flow clean
-for now at least, clear swells my sea.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I have always found that being close to the natural environment lifts a heavy mood, makes burdens appear a little lighter. ( even if it is temporary). I admire your word choice here William and the imagery you conveyed. Depression is a curse.