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Sonnet #7 in Iambic Tetrameter – “Blue Mountain”

I think I’ve figured out a way
To flower dreams and rain down stars,
To step on through the cameras frame
Back to a life that’s always ours.

I think I’m bathing here in rain.
On this blue mountains’ lifesong slope.
Eternal, never ending train,
You feather birds and lift our hope.

I write today you underground.
You’ll always hear my whistle song.
This sea of Neptune will be found
Through ocean blue and London fog.

I’ve swum this sea that floods the past.
A fish for which Apollo cast.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

 


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