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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The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover-Chapter Four: A Poet’s Encounter

 

The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover

Chapter Four: A Poet’s Encounter

 

The next day

Simon sat in his usual

Back-corner booth at the diner

Feeling isolated and safe

From the judgment of the normal townsfolk

Hoping Muriel

Who worked as a teller at the bank across the street 

Would follow her usual routine

And come to the diner for lunch

 

A few minutes later

When Muriel walked in

It was to Simon

As the gates of Heaven opening

With celestial light shining upon her face

And her dark brown hair

 

Simon’s ballpoint pen felt like the ready, ink-dipped quill of a prophet

While the words flowed freely onto

His new dime store notebook

As did those on Solomon’s scroll

When he wrote his sacred song

 

Simon penned the words purposefully 

And with great thought and reflection

As though he was whispering the sonnet

In Muriel’s ear

His head just over her cashmere covered shoulder

 

When Simon’s confession was finished

He carefully tore out the page

Folding it twice, keeping the creases even

Until it was one third its original size

Just the perfect fit for a fresh, white envelope

 

Once the envelope was licked, sealed, and stamped

Simon wrote the “To” address on the front

But added no “From”

Then mailed it to the Town Chronicle

 

Though the newspaper’s office was only two blocks away

Simon wished for the time being

To remain anonymous

And could not risk being noticed

Dropping the letter off

For he was the town’s peculiar one

 

Simon chose rather

To drop it into the large, metal mailbox on the corner of the sidewalk

Feeling gravity pull it out of his fingers

Before he allowed the heavy, tilt-out mail slot door

To swing back into place

 

Simon

Knowing what was now done

Could not be undone

He whispered to himself

“It is finished”

 

Upon the poem’s publishing in “The Town Chronicle”

Several days later

It could be said that there was no small stir

Among the populace of the small town

For Simon was plain

With the notions of his heart

 

His anonymous, yet public confession

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