Let it Ride (An Archery Poem)

Bone Collector BC-300 Archery Target

Let it Ride

this week,

like most weeks,

has had its ups and downs

though, I am thankful

that it’s mostly been on the up

rounding it out, so far as weekdays go,

is today—

Friday

while getting into my flow state for a bit

I descend into our basement

to shoot a quick round of six arrows

from my trusty recurve bow

they call this style of shooting

     traditional archery

          these days

days when most enthusiasts

let their arrows fly

from highly modernized wonders

of design, manufacturing, and technology

bows which feature:

multiple sight pins, oriented for specific yardages,

highly-tuned compound pulley systems,

significant let-off when fully drawn,

plus other advantageous

     bells and whistles

cutting-edge bows that feel more akin, in many ways,

to shooting a modern rifle

than they are

the ancient bows

of our warrior/hunter ancestors

BUT, when using an old-timey style stick and string

with no sights, let alone bells or whistles,

you’ve got to earn your confidence

     by your hits

via a good bit of practice and

the development

of your archer’s intuition

and your humility?

well— that is earned by your misses

“Aim small,

miss small,”

I recite in my mind

as slowly draw back number one for Friday morning,

feel my aim, and

let ‘er fly

dead bullseye, baby…

though I don’t often do this,

     I’m gonna cash in my bowman’s chips for the day

after only one shot

           since I found my center

                on the first try

mark it down in the “ups” category for this week

I’ll just let these other five arrows

have an early weekend

as for the first projectile

sharply piercing the nucleus 

of my well-worn target block

I’ll just

     let it ride

in singular satisfaction

Luke Austin Daugherty

4/18/2025

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2-Up, A Motorcycle Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty

By Luke Austin Daugherty, copyright 2020, All Rights Reserved

Most poems follow an adventure. This one preceded it by a few hours…

We ended up at Lou’s Diner in Cloverdale, In. for dinner.

My ’82 Yamaha Maxim 750 didn’t let us down!

“The Wanting Pier Prose of a Travelling Scofflaw” -A Pictorial Poem

This is another “poetry happens” type of thing from my recent trip to Michigan. If you look around the steel columns on this pier in Holland, Michigan, you’ll find lots of names and miniature works of art done in permanent marker or scratched into the paint. I decided to add my own “mark” as it were…

“The Wanting Pier Prose of a Travelling Scofflaw”- a pictorial poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright picture and words: Luke Austin Daugherty, All Rights Reserved 2015

Text:

Mind not

This steel column

Traveler

The real poetry

Lies just beyond

In the tempestuous

Blue

In the deep

In the white-foam breakers

In the distant

Canvas sails

Pulled taut (Forgive the use of “taught” in the pic. It’s hard to proofread marker on-site 🙂

By Michigan wind

Wayfarer

Look away

L.A.D

“The Wanting Pier Prose of a Travelling Scofflaw”- a pictorial poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright picture and words: Luke Austin Daugherty, All Rights Reserved 2015