Spring Rising

Spring has come bringing a new chance for me
Past the hard winter of my discontent
To get outside and see what I can see
Having survived with half my life unspent
And feeling that my best is yet to be
I mean to bloom and nothing can prevent
The realization of destiny

Having never been fashionable
I never go out of style
Conservatives say I am trouble
Number me with terrorists
Mark me down on little lists
But now in spring we could bloom awhile

The people who run the world are insane
Their boots on our necks the long winter through
Spring is the time when life rises again
And I would like to rise again with you
As hand in hand we take a stand to bloom
And rising by our sun of spring to smile
Defeating their winter of dark and doom

Spring is the time when life rises again
And I would like to rise again with you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

I don't know anything political.
So stick it to the man Uncle Sam!
It's spring again and love is in the air.
Spring is the time of hope
And I hope that your feeling better

Had a nice time visiting mum
But the friend wouldn't let me copy my poems
So I will have to rewrite them from memory
Maybe they will be better this time.

Sorry this didn't rhyme,
But I'm outta' time.

Take Care,
Neurosail

The child in me
Continues to be
Wild and free!

Kind and wise and fascinating Neurosail, friend and fellow poet, what a wonderful and perfectly apt reply to my poem with this poem of yours and picture of yours!

I hope you and our other friends and fellow poets here can and will forgive me for not replying more and better here in our forum to the abundance of worthy poetry posted here of late; I read and love it all, and mean to do and ought to do better in replying, but I am so often laid low by crippling depression for days at a time, paralyzed by it and rendered something like speechless. I just recently emerged from a particularly intense episode of what I would call existential despair; during these times I am able to write poetry, but have no confidence in what I might say otherwise, nor consider anything I might say of any value.

I send all my poems to my doctor by email and he replies daily. I had been in an acutely reclusive period, and he, after reading this particular poem, and taking up the theme of spring, "ordered" me to gather myself and to go outside, to take a walk in the spring weather every day. So I got all cleaned up carefully and my son came and got me out and about today. It worked! It helped me tremendously. I can and do exercise in the house all the time, but I really have to get outside and walk around freely to feel better. I had pleasant interactions with kind people who genuinely enjoy my poetry here in my town today; I encountered them in Starbucks and at the grocery store. And now here you are, back among us and posting such an intelligent and interesting reply.

I'm glad to still be alive, in spite of everything--including my manifest lack of interest in and appreciation of this life of mine, which rightly I ought to cherish and enjoy--and I mean to live and experience spring now. I'm glad you are back among us now, that your visit went well; I hope you will remember your poems and share them with us. We like and enjoy your poetry here very much, and want to see more.

What I mean to say is, just, thank you, and that I appreciate your being here. And that it's good to be alive, especially somehow in spring.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie

May the child in us all in you in me
Continue to be wild always be free

It's a good write with a cynical attitude.


misty..

Thanks, Misty; you're right about the attitude, and I'm glad you think it's good.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie