Description: I get terrible Spring Fever every year, but I do not necessarily act on it. After all these years I have learned to recognize it for what it is.
Spring Fever -------------------------------------------
Daffodils bloom and I am restless.
Life seems too confined
To contain my longings.
I want to touch the stars.
And drown myself in a stranger.
I want to see the Blus Mosque,
And walk the streets of Istanbul.
I need to make love
Without a roof over my head.
I want to wander the streets of New York
At hours when grandmothers are asleep.
This will pass with summer's heat,
But for now I shall not sleep contented.
I too get spring fever... You tell your story with great intensity.
'I want to touch the stars. And drown myself in a stranger'
not at all a fervorless statement.
'I want to wander the streets of New York At hours when grandmothers are asleep.'
this too, something that strikes a chord in my own fevered brain.
I don't have a long comment. I live in Maryland-there should be nothing to complain about. But I'm from Florida-that winterless paradise (yeah, right) and every biting wind sinks me into this... sad slump. Lack of sunlight is what triggers it.
It's always nice to see someone else has that feeling and you tell our story so beautifully...
Well here in BC, the snow has mostly gone off the lawns and fields, but there is lots left on the mountains.But I loved this, because spring DID come early this year (yeah spring here is bad skiing lol) and I know exactly what you mean. You spoke of universal feelings in original ways that connected and made my day. "I want to touch the stars. And drown myself in a stranger. I want to see the Blus Mosque, And walk the streets of Istanbul."
That was great, -beats the hell out the usual poring over seed catalogues, burning grass, or spring cleaning. I think we get these compelling thoughts in Spring, because it's like a clean slate,-and even though we can't do much about our past, the older we get, the more aware we become of all.ef the things we wanted to do, (or did, and don't do anymore)-and our fantasies become a little more frolicsome and/or urgent.As for me, I am tuning up my mountain bike, and thinking about a new one, and I sealed a deal with a guy who will do some needed maintainance on my canoe in exchange for using it and taking me fishing ! I saw an awesome tent in costco too-12x20-lol and my son laughed aloud at my "thinking " about a new one. But now that he has his own place, when i go camping-I go for a long time-as well as a good time. that means extra everything, notebooks, books, two dogs, -all that stuff-and it's nice to keep the growlies dry. This poem makes me want to go but it, and camp near a friendly respectable widower .- who likes canoeing, fishing, dogs and poetry-and sleeping under the stars. Drowning never looked so good! Silver
Seems like we are always restless souls in these bodies. Fish seems to be satisfied in the water and birds seem to be satisfied in the air but we are diving deep under water in machines, building bridges over water and then bungee jumping off them. I like the distance between the dualistic pictures you paint as you jump all over the universe. If its any compensation I think you would miss your grand-daughter terribly if you went to turkey. I enjoyed reading this
Ahhh Spring fever...I got it too! Here in the Ozarks it is really crazy weather and I keep a daily log of it because it will be spring weather one day and Winter weather the next. You honestly just never know from one day to the next what te weather is gonna be. I liked your pem and I think it was well written so I have no suggestion for changes. I would leave it alone 'cause as I say if it ain't broke...don't fix it! !Doc~
hee hee, dirty little spring fling thing going on with you eh. Well, I like the message, and hope I am lucky enough to be there for you this spring, if ya know what I mean ;). There is a little typo. It is Istanbul. But I am sure that it was just because the m and n are right next to each other, and your fingers were trembling a bit when you revealed this little illness to the world. Nice write.
I hope you can get passed the spring fever face. I am sure that one year you will.
I love spring... I hate winter... which I am sure people do.. You described in this poem some adventures that you would like to take. Or so It seems. i hope some day you will be able to. I like this write. It made me feel kinda itchy and kinda happy at the time.. I didn't see anything wrong with this.. Good Job
This is absolutely wonderful Lynn. I feel every single word of it.
I need to make love Without a roof over my head
is very powerful and sexy. the idea of submersing yourself in a stranger is tremendous too. Overall, you capture so well the restlestness and feeling of possibility and the need for discovery that spring brings. Now, I just hope this poem can help bring Spring.
One thing, shouldn't Istambul be Istanbul?
I wish I could do this poem justice. It is the best thing I've read all day and I've been digging for hours.
God, I want to move. Here in Indiana, we're gonna get more snow this week. It just seems this winter has been the longest. Oh, by the way, I really enjoyed reading this poem. You did a great job in making us all envious. How dare you say the dandelions are in bloom! lol You did good girl. Carol
Oh i love this ...Its beautifully bitter sweet .... I need to make love Without a roof over my head I love that ...I love spring ...You portrayed it perfectly ..I wouldnt change a thing ... Good Job ..Blessed Be
The winter here in Kansas City was truly beautiful, or is it that i am in love? Seriously, I can't remember more days of fine sunshine in February. I love the images in this one, very well said, such as make love to a stranger? Well, I think I'm stranger than she is, but I'll take my chances, I love this one, it's erratic and impulsive- that is the prevailing mood of spring fever. thanks for sharing, peace and love,