I loved the girl who lived next door to me.
\nHer eyes were blue and clear and sang with joy.
\nShe was the sun, the grass, the trees, and stream.
\nHer hair was blond and bobbed just like a boy.
\nThen something happened or was it just fate?
\nThe summer ended and the snow began to fall.
\nThe Garden froze and ice locked up her gate.
\nKid\u2019s icy jeers piled up the labyrinth\u2019s wall.
\nThe schools and churches crammed our time of play.
\nWe boys formed clubs; girls spoke in secret codes.
\nThe flowers froze; exuberant dancing went away,
\nAnd natural feelings morphed to vaudeville shows.<\/p>\n
The dragon stole the treasures of our life.
\nUntil you lift her veil, her love will die.<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2008 Stephen Pickering<\/p>\n
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Red Wave Petunias shower over clay,
\nAll things can open up and show their light.
\nA life becomes transparent in warm May.
\nTransparent to transcendence born from night.<\/p>\n
Their eyes the leaves foam into greening smiles
\nto Father Sun and Mother Sea of dream.
\nThey feel the music, sibling Wind breathes miles
\nthrough body, bread and crown beneath the stream.<\/p>\n
It is the night of meeting ringing gold
\nthat dance and sing in drippings of the womb.
\nA rushing waterfall that drapes us cold.
\nOur salmon hearts dive in the unseen room.<\/p>\n
We sprang out from the sea by silent sounds,
\nAnd fire ringed God\u2019s swung open spirits\u2019 clouds.<\/p>\n
\u00ac\u00a9 2007\/2009 Stephen Pickering<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading