Lance Larsen

Vernon Hills, Illinois, USA

Lance has been writing poetry since 1990. Robert Frost, John Steinbeck, and Jack London, among others, have made contributions to his poetic interest. "It is important to me to try and capture my feelings and emotions through the images of nature. Writing allows me a private emotional outlet that I need." He has been published in several anthologies from the National Library of Poetry and local newspapers. Other interests include soccer, cooking music, literature, and wood working. He is currently working on a PhD. in Virology. "My love goes to my wife. My passion goes to soccer. My life goes to poetry."

Light

The storm rages all around me.
Its ferocious intensity intrigues me.
As I warily continue my search,
I find myself a part of the storm.
The electricity surrounds me,
Captures me,
Is me.

Love

So confused I am on matters of the heart.
How can I touch what I cannot see,
How can I hear what is unheard,
How can I see what is unseen,
How can I feel what is unfelt.
Although I know it is abstract,
I still don't understand
Why I can feel, see, and hear,
What is unknown.

Snow

Pure water from the heavens condenses,
Freezes,
Falls.
A snowflake is born!
The atmosphere molds its body,
Yet, toxically tarnishes perfection.
Continually drawn by forces rushing downward,
As if time is of the essence,
To deliver its message.
Alone
It falls to complete the circle.
Without friends,
Without faith,
Without love,
It melts,
Dies.

Memories

I cried myself to sleep last night
at songs come from my past.
They come to me to bring me joy,
But left me sore at last.
I remember the times I had,
and summers filled with zest,
and now, for me, there is no more,
But knowledge to the test.
I feel as if I've missed a part
So crucial to my life.
The only thing that is left for me,
to marry and have a wife.
I think about the child I was,
and know I won't again,
Climb a tree, or play with friends,
Without the threat of rain.