Short Nightjar Poems

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Premium Member Nightjar

The unmistakable nightjar
Rattling dusk's lullaby
What a strange sleep seduction...
It's just 8 PM!


Date written and posted: 10/20/2018
Form: Dodoitsu


Good Lord Deliver Us

silence resonates
eerie gray glow of night sky
nightjar* prays for moon

*The fiery-necked nightjar has a distinctive call that many have rendered as 'good-lord-deliver-us'.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Interrupted Rendezvous

romantic stargazing ends with a smooch
               nightjar rattles approval
       watching crescent moon, charmed



Date written: 09/25/2021
Form: Kimo

Premium Member Midnight In Velvet

Stroke of twelve  banter down lanes,
madrigal of quaint shroud dark mystery,
lull between that veiled velvet lullaby,
crescent moon peep oe’r urban slumber,
boisterous beep beep car quiet piercing,
deep indigo curtain wrapped pine trees,
nightjar sky dive whilst emits eerie pitch,
oblivious to midnight’s terse timeline
Form: Verse

Premium Member Sleep Easy

The ripple in the calm stream
The cold air in the sun
The nightjar or the owl scream
The silence you begun

The creaking door in the night
Soft footsteps in the dark
The movement of something out of sight
The wrong shadow in the park

I turn because I sense you there 
Even though you can’t be seen
The knowledge that I know you care.
Makes me sleep easy in my dreams


Premium Member Dark River

Dark river
The still
Lost stories
The will

Nightjar or skylark
The water doesn’t care
Moonshine or sunlight
Don’t you dare

Questions for the waters?

Too many words unspoken
Too many secrets stolen
Too many tears eaten by cold waters
Dark rivers tell nothing

Moon glistens on dark water
Mist settles as mind wonders
How many lives lost their living on a cold night in this dark river?

Premium Member The Dance of Life - Suzette Prime Prose

A dawn chorus of unfamiliar birdsong woke me before first light. I had slept well despite the night sounds of a nightjar and the heavy breathing of unseen animals beyond my tent. Before exhaustion finally claimed me, a feeling of inevitability had washed over me.

we can't change circumstances
embracing moments
taking stock
we are either the hunter or the hunted
what part do we play
in the dance of life?

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