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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 want to be.
My heart is feeling very sore.
You know the site I want to see?
Three graces dancing at my door.

What is it that I’m running from?
Those angels say to let it come.


Sonnet #6 in Iambic Tetrameter

I don’t know why I turned away.
I come to Athens to be born.
The angel of goodbye will play
Through even Aristotle’s horn.

I will appear up from the sea.
I am again borne by the tides.
Will she agree to marry me?
I like her wild, surprised green eyes.

In soaking water I’ll be found.
My river loves the water blue.
I drink this love in which I drown
Forever swimming here with you.

We surface and what do we find?
That fairy hills are back alive.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering


(04-18-13 I edited this today and changed some things. Threw out the original last stanza and closing two lines. They are here below. I’m gonna keep them around here on the blog post. If I ever make it into a musical song, I’ll need another stanza, and maybe another refrain.)

You are the burning flame that rose
But we can only feel the nail.
When spring azaleas colors explode,
Your spirit opens the sacred trail.

I need to be outside with you.
You’re soaked with Sun and morning dew.



Sonnet #5 in Iambic Tetrameter

I think we can go back in time.
Two eyes look out from this old house.
Adventure starts when love’s divine
and lights the flame that cries out loud.

It’s time to slip on through this gap.
It’s time to see what life’s about.
We’re tired inside Guernica’s trap.
Let’s leave tonight, and let’s get out.

There must be something deeper still.
Let’s be the things we want to be.
Let’s know things even eyes conceal:
Our true love waits below this sea.

I think the song begins to sing.
All time and space can hear it ring.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering