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A New Sonnet: Cross of Lorraine

Cross of Lorraine I wanted down the cotton pine below. It seemed the dream was calling from their root. I had escaped the cocktail party show: The empty voices blocking nature’s tune. The recent summons in the field of time: Our river’s bridge was rotting but still there. Perhaps it was just merely warmth from …

A New Poem: Go Through The Hills

Go Through the Hills by Stephen Pickering You are my tree. because you have set me free. An orchard garden grows on land that once only snowed. I’m under a spell Only Ishtar can undo Down, down her Roman well I’m falling too. I am the bird. My life is the worm. I see her …

Sonnet #9 in Iambic Tetrameter –

I think I’m wrong about the song. I didn’t feel that you would come. Please tell the notes that don’t belong That winter’s bone remains unsung. I feel it on the inside grow. So, could a man become a god? Don’t let this meditation go. Just follow it no matter what. This isn’t where I …

Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter

Those Canadien snow geese are the soul The azaleas in the Spring They have nowhere to go But one can hear them sing. That was a little poetical fragment that came to me on a walk just now, in the gorgeous springtime air, of course a little Starbucks influenced as well as the air, water, …