{"id":4942,"date":"2013-04-20T11:58:33","date_gmt":"2013-04-20T16:58:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/?p=4942"},"modified":"2016-05-18T18:23:39","modified_gmt":"2016-05-18T23:23:39","slug":"sonnet-3-iambic-trimeter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2013\/04\/20\/sonnet-3-iambic-trimeter\/","title":{"rendered":"Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Those Canadien snow geese are the soul<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The azaleas in the Spring<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They have nowhere to go<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But one can hear them sing.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;ll make it into a longer piece, or maybe I&#8217;ll just leave it as it is. Feels honest. Anyway, below is my latest &#8220;Sonnet&#8221; installment<\/p>\n<h4 dir=\"ltr\">Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter<\/h4>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">We can not face ourselves.<br \/>\nThere has to be a way.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re grasping for the trails<br \/>\nOf fairies on the lake.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted you to know<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re oxygen that see<br \/>\nA blanket in the snow<br \/>\nOf flying wild white geese.<\/p>\n<p>We have too many things.<br \/>\nSight blinded by two eyes.<br \/>\nThe trails go out in rings<br \/>\nSoul&#8217;s wings that spray the skies.<\/p>\n<p>When we accept this ride<br \/>\nThen Isis is our bride.<\/p>\n<h4>\u00a92013 Stephen K. Pickering<\/h4>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2013\/04\/20\/sonnet-3-iambic-trimeter\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[35,33,36],"tags":[467,429,125],"class_list":["post-4942","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-my-poetry","category-poems","category-sonnets","tag-3feet","tag-poems","tag-sonnet"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4942","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4942"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4942\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4942"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4942"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4942"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}