I'm submitting these two poems since they go together. The first is the coyote's view, the second is the human's (mine).
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My Lonely Ballad
I am the Seeker, the Servant of Diana's ivory orb. It wakens in my soul a tormented cry that escapes my body like a hunted bird breaking free through the clouds. The brilliant stars cast themselves from the velvet sky, fleeing my lonely ballad to the moon, winking out their diamond eyes to shut away my night-bleached visage. A grey owl questions me scornfully, how dare I beg the moon for love and answers? An echo stirs beneath an onyx pine; kissing my ears, teasing the senses. She's calling to my heart, she waits for it even as the sun rises. Where is Diana's orb now? Why does it not guide me away from sorrow? Has she tired of me?
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Ravens of Sorrow
Cry out the darkness of night, lonely one. Sing of the Sky's blind eyes; those dancing stars that are ever watchful, yet never seeing. Speak to the Pearl Moon, for she hears you when Night cloaks her, yet is deaf when the Sun's face shines. I listen to your voice as it unleashes Ravens of Sorrow upon the Dawn, but I cannot answer...for we are of separate worlds, and yet lost amongst each other. Cross the parallels, and call my name. Break the moon-light bonds, and pass onto paths of solar-glow. I've translated the songs of the elms and clouds, come now, and let me unravel the fugue of Diana's Orb.
Yes, I know my poetry has no meter nor rhyme, but it's my style so please don't complain about "modern poets". What I want to know is how these made you feel, what changes I should make, etc. Anyways, thank you for posting!
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My Lonely Ballad
I am the Seeker, the Servant of Diana's ivory orb. It wakens in my soul a tormented cry that escapes my body like a hunted bird breaking free through the clouds. The brilliant stars cast themselves from the velvet sky, fleeing my lonely ballad to the moon, winking out their diamond eyes to shut away my night-bleached visage. A grey owl questions me scornfully, how dare I beg the moon for love and answers? An echo stirs beneath an onyx pine; kissing my ears, teasing the senses. She's calling to my heart, she waits for it even as the sun rises. Where is Diana's orb now? Why does it not guide me away from sorrow? Has she tired of me?
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Ravens of Sorrow
Cry out the darkness of night, lonely one. Sing of the Sky's blind eyes; those dancing stars that are ever watchful, yet never seeing. Speak to the Pearl Moon, for she hears you when Night cloaks her, yet is deaf when the Sun's face shines. I listen to your voice as it unleashes Ravens of Sorrow upon the Dawn, but I cannot answer...for we are of separate worlds, and yet lost amongst each other. Cross the parallels, and call my name. Break the moon-light bonds, and pass onto paths of solar-glow. I've translated the songs of the elms and clouds, come now, and let me unravel the fugue of Diana's Orb.
Yes, I know my poetry has no meter nor rhyme, but it's my style so please don't complain about "modern poets". What I want to know is how these made you feel, what changes I should make, etc. Anyways, thank you for posting!