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Stephen Pickering

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  • Sonnet #11

    We have eternal ‘monicas that sing.
    An icy cloud is growing over the South.
    Out of the woods the Sun creates a ring
    Though which the river dances in its mouth.

    We’ve rowed this dream one hundred times before.
    We’re made of the same blood that’s in the stars.
    What does it take to sail through the gold door
    Back to a life that always has been ours?

    The pink clouds are the signal you sent up.
    There’s something missing from this story line.
    There must be something in that holy cup.
    The same as Gilgamesh’s sacred vine.

    We dive below that sea on every night
    That Tristan oneday sees her sail is white.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

  • Sonnet #1 in Iambic Trimeter

    God knows we need to sleep.
    We’re rivers and birds, and trees.
    God knows we need to dream.
    Remember, we’re the breeze.

    I walk with you alone
    An empty street at night.
    Where magic things are born.
    Where dark creates the light.

    This thing I hold the most
    The dearest dream I have.
    I’ve learned to let it go.
    To grow from Earth like grass.

    You’re somewhere here I sense,
    Awake with no defense.

  • Sonnet #2 in Iambic Tetrameter: “Moon Day”

    Sonnet #2 – “Moon Day”

    I let the moonbeams be my guide.
    I look into the night for you.
    I must go down to see your eyes
    But somehow keep on passing through.

    The earth I roll around my lips.
    There seems to be some kind of fire.
    It’s coming from your dancing hips.
    Sweet music frees the ancient lyre.

    The oak trees’ branches grow in threes.
    But somehow only one path is made.
    Come here, my sweet, my flor-de-lis
    And guide me down their magic lake.

    I rise when splendor greets the Sun.
    My Vita Nova has begun.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

  • A New Sonnet in Iambic Tetrameter

    I’m here with you up in the Sun.
    We’ve come together, shadow soul.
    Today the mountain’s song’s begun.
    Those guarding clouds have let us go.

    We’re born from rays that blossom light,
    when he appeared and took her hand..
    The jewel of our mind shines bright.
    The space ahead is diamond land.

    Where once we walked the pollen path,
    we fly upon a golden horse.
    The only wisdom we had to ask
    was through her eyes the sacred course.

    A sacred marriage flamed down there.
    We found our father from her stare.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

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  • New Poem: A Natural

    “A Natural”

    I won’t say the things that I have to say,
    the feelings furrow all alone in the autumn mist,
    until you finally get up and walk away,
    and the chills that have eyes blow us their last, snowy, purpley kiss.

    I cascade over the heights of your frozen, mountaintop world.
    I skate upon your silky sweet, ice cream smile.
    Deep in the forest, they write, sleeps the world’s most beautiful girl.
    She awakens when you, inside yourself, find her missing child.

    This is the light where the world can’t come in.
    When we look into each other’s eyes what do we really see?
    Together, the holly from Gethsemene flows into the Jordan’s bend,
    feeding flowers opening brightly, resonating the mountain’s inner dream.

    I am the god of the sea,
    the fire in the rain spattering and splashing love.
    When I swim to the surface, you are released.
    When I dive to the bottom, you fly to heaven like a dove.

    We are caught between two worlds.
    I’ve seen your sails blow close to my shore.
    One here, the other holding my baby girl.
    Those eyes that shine, open at last, the secret, magical door.

    Something primordial says that “she is my wife.”
    But the harder I chase, the faster she runs away.
    We’re out here on the playing fields, the field of our life.
    And it’s only when I stop does she, a metaphor for something deeper, turn around and stay.

    When I  first saw her, it felt like I envisioned a ring
    that could bring back all of the things I’d ever loved.
    She’s the white buffalo maiden who sings atop Harney Peak,
    the princess in the snow marrying the sacred below with all that’s above.

    © 2013 Stephen Pickering
     

  • New American Poem: Stay Composed

    “Stay Composed”

    There’s something so deep in my heart
    in each cell of me,
    swimming along this river of the night so dark,
    speaking to another century.

    I am the hand that swims through your sea
    for some missing piece of gold.
    I am the rose that blooms from your seed
    In a deep, hidden story that’s never been told.

    The infant child was born
    I try to put these things together piece by piece
    across the sea, on the yonder shore
    but they already exist together here inside of me

    This bed, the planets that are in our head,
    the love that we saw with our eyes but never said,
    are all made from the same substance, transcendent of time or place,
    that is neither alive nor dead.

    I’m Mercury, and your Venus,
    and that’s so, hermetically speaking,
    nothing ever comes between us.

    And sometimes it feels like, when we’re quiet like this, quietly Dancing with the moon
    that anything that we wish for, deep in our hearts,
    will come true.

    What’s inside this fly, what makes it go
    Is more information, more mystery than the whole world
    understands or knows.

    I can’t give you what you desire,
    And I can’t give you what you need.
    But I can take you to that place that is even higher
    Where, for the first time, you will finally see.