"Spring I yield to you and brighter rhymes / Sweet spring light my days today and always"
Transcendental Sonnet #1348: Outside My Window
It is late now and the only thing Left for me to do is yield to spring Nothing I have done before has been Successful no one knows what I mean If anyone still listens at all To me since I went into freefall
Depressed people are not welcome near Those who have it better whether here There or for that matter anywhere
Spring is blooming outside my window I smell the desert when the winds blow And it reminds me of better times Spring I yield to you and brighter rhymes Sweet spring light my days today and always
Even through your depression you write such beautiful poetry. This made me think of a sad face gazing out of a window. I could feel the emptiness and sorrow that permeates through your words and yet there is a hope within. Perhaps Spring will bring it.
Lovely work Stevie!
Chanti
Powerful, heartfelt poetry; I, too, suffer at times from depression. If I feel like writing "dark," I do; if "light" lifts me, if only for a moment, I write light. I write so I do not harm myself. It's been a lifesavor.
Keep writing--you have a stunning command of meter and rhyme!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Reviewed by June Thompson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2005
beautiful write here. enjoyed the picture as well. Spring brings me a new light to my life every year. My depression lifts though sometimes the mania flys high as the kites I too welcome spring. well done!
Spring is a time for rebirth, Stevie. Rebirth, not only of plants and trees, birds and bees but also a time to cleanse the human spirit. This is your chance to shine. Embrace it and never lose sight of what is possible. You are your destiny.
Hope this helps.
Jill
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Lovely work Stevie!
Chanti
Powerful, heartfelt poetry; I, too, suffer at times from depression. If I feel like writing "dark," I do; if "light" lifts me, if only for a moment, I write light. I write so I do not harm myself. It's been a lifesavor.
Keep writing--you have a stunning command of meter and rhyme!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Hope this helps.
Jill