By J Ann Crowder
Seeing true an otherworldly
Watchful eyes—peering oracle
An unblinking methodical
Nigh—dusk awakens night’s kingly
Tending ruler of eventide
Soft, deepening secrets abide
Keeper of vision's clarity
Quickens upon discerning sight
Powerful, sageless, quiet fright
Keen to silent illusory
Speaking with wind, moon, tree, and sky
Language single to nature’s eye
Perched, poised, silent solidity
Holy nocturnal bird of prey
With fierce, crushing power he slays
My first try at a constanza. Written July 29th, 2016.
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Nelson D Reyes
over 4 yearsThe lord king of the night-keen to illusion and poised to kill!
Like the primordial powerful goddess of night feared by other immortal deities!
Love this one. And the format, easy flow and carried through
fluidly. Sweet dual poem treat. Thank you, Jenifer. I'll follow your lead.
Robert L. Martin
over 1 yearGreat. Your first try at constanza graduated all the way from kindergarten up into the PHD range in one swoop.