I write heptameter a lot, though sometimes divide it into ballad metre for easier reading. Here's a sonnet in heptameter of mine that was published in Candelabrum:
Lucky Charms
The sun had been surrounded by a gang of clouds out west;
I felt serene and thought about the way that I would rest.
The moon appeared, invigorated by a day in bed;
I sensed I’d better find a place that I could lay my head.
The silence of the countryside was music to my ear;
I listened briefly to a blackbird singing loud and clear.
The roaring of a car nearby turned out to be a brook;
I noted I was thirsty and resolved to take a look.
The water was delicious, and the air was sweet and good;
I walked upstream and came upon the shelter of a wood.
The ground was buried under leaves, a million lucky charms;
I tumbled down and pulled them to me with my legs and arms.
The stars conspired to close my eyes, and there, beside a log,
I found myself enchanted by the calling of a dog.
Duncan
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