My Poetry Poems Sonnets

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, Sun, geese, birds singing. Maybe I’ll make it into a longer piece, or maybe I’ll just leave it as it is. Feels honest. Anyway, below is my latest “Sonnet” installment

Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter

We can not face ourselves.
There has to be a way.
We’re grasping for the trails
Of fairies on the lake.

I wanted you to know
We’re oxygen that see
A blanket in the snow
Of flying wild white geese.

We have too many things.
Sight blinded by two eyes.
The trails go out in rings
Soul’s wings that spray the skies.

When we accept this ride
Then Isis is our bride.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

My Poetry Poems Sonnets

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

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A New Sonnet: The Emerald River

Which city does the emerald river flow
Where flowers dance in secret sacred shapes?
Symbolic eyes forgotten long ago,
Its palace mystery singing to the Fates.

The grand old river swells the earthen banks.
The deep wood’s breath is like a lover’s song.
Its mystic water rises where love sank.
We hold on floating down where we belong.

The waters deep each morning fill the Sun.
An orange glow that fills our eyes and hearts.
The moonlight shimmers where our souls should run.
These circles light the spaces where love starts.

I dream the day when she will turn and say
Joy streaming from her eye, “You finally came.”

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering
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Sonnet #1

"Untitled" by Ruza Bagaric
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(*I figured if Shakespeare can write a hundred than I can too.)

Sonnet #1

I loved the girl who lived next door to me.
Her eyes were blue and clear and sang with joy.
She was the sun, the grass, the trees, and stream.
Her hair was blond and bobbed just like a boy.
Then something happened or was it just fate?
The summer ended and the snow began to fall.
The Garden froze and ice locked up her gate.
Kid’s icy jeers piled up the labyrinth’s wall.
The schools and churches crammed our time of play.
We boys formed clubs; girls spoke in secret codes.
The flowers froze; exuberant dancing went away,
And natural feelings morphed to vaudeville shows.

The dragon stole the treasures of our life.
Until you lift her veil, her love will die.

© 2008 Stephen Pickering