May 6, 2015

for the archer:...

Artemis mosaic at
The National Bardo Museum in Tunis, Tunisia






for the archer:

she has keen senses 
foretelling in launches 
and delineations 
of a subject fancied
its entireties and histories 
one hand pulled string 
written by image pleased 
while the other hand 
releases living between ease 

her eyes capture prey
iris led warrior ethical 
her nose knew 
scent forests follow
the body
from roads and strife 
to a soul's comfort home
where everything is fleeting 
when given over to possession

a mind's escapism 
is mostly chemical
though I tend to dream 
about her when I can pretend
time no longer owns me
with its clocks and calendars 

I hook myself 
to the flight 
and trajectory 
of an arrow 
catching sight
of the sun 
and morning 
reaching through 
to the moon 
and night 

EJR ©

10 comments:

  1. The viewpoint of the arrow.. What an intriguing feeling, especially in that last stanza.

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    1. Thank You for saying that...I dared myself to be the arrow and it indeed, felt strangely liberating...

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  2. A dreamlike intensity here! Surreal and captivating.

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  3. This is so lovely. I especially like "foretelling in launches and delineations" and the idea of time's ownership. Well done!

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    1. Thank You...by observing it we own and disown...time is a funny word...turned backwards one can swear they can hear the ticking of a watch... :)

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  4. This is so unique - so different - I must say that your perspective brings in a lot of freshness in your poem. The last stanza is amazing.

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    1. I ask myself isn't each of our life's arcs, birth to death, a slow arrow...? and much gratitude to you for replying as you did...

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  5. I love this. Especially since I'm a Sag.

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    1. And you're a Scorp, no doubt. As a poet, at least. But something's telling me that in real life, you're either a Pisces or a Leo.

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