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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Losing Feathers, a typecast poem by Luke Austin Daugherty

Losing Feathers poem by Luke Austin Daugherty

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As always, thank you for reading and sharing my blog! I am an independent poet, author, and singer/songwriter and I have my own ebay business to keep me as flexible as possible. But, writing takes time and if you appreciate what I do, if you have been moved or made to think by my writing, OR have just enjoyed something on my blog, please throw a buck or two in my tip jar!:) Your kind contribution may buy me a cup of coffee out at my next writing session. Click my easy paypal “tip jar” link that follows and THANKS! -Luke

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“Ornaments” -A Poem About Choices

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“Ornaments” page 1 of 2 -An original poem typecast by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved on words and photograph. This poem was typed on a Royal Mercury

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“Ornaments” page 2 of 2 -An original poem typecast by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved on words and photograph. This poem was typed on a Royal Mercury

As always, thank you for reading and sharing my blog! I am an independent poet, author, and singer/songwriter and I have my own ebay business to keep me as flexible as possible. But, writing takes time and if you appreciate what I do, if you have been moved or made to think by my writing, OR have just enjoyed something on my blog, please throw a buck or two in my tip jar!:) Your kind contribution may buy me a cup of coffee out at my next writing session. Click my easy paypal “tip jar” link that follows and THANKS! -Luke

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“Thinking of Victor, Fondly” -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty

"Thinking of Victor, Fondly" -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty, Copyright words/picture- 2015. All Rights Reserved.

“Thinking of Victor, Fondly” -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty, Copyright words/picture- 2015. All Rights Reserved.

My friends, be human. And tell those who mean something to you that they do. -Luke

Luke Austin Daugherty writing in Friendship, IN. Photo Credit: Nathanael Daugherty

Luke Austin Daugherty writing in Friendship, IN. Photo Credit: Nathanael Daugherty

“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

“Love is the Middle: The True Story of a Father and Son” is nearly finished!

Luke Austin Daugherty & Dad, Joe Daugherty, in Sept. 1978

Luke Austin Daugherty & Dad, Joe Daugherty, in Sept. 1978

As of today, I am half way through my final edit of, “Love is the Middle: The True Story of a Father and Son.” It was January 2014 when I wrote the first words of the book. Now, other than some final tweaks, it is nearly finished. When I started writing, I did not know how long it would take me to write the book or how long the book would be. My main priority was that I didn’t want to rush it. I waited nearly five years after my dad died to start writing the memoir of our relationship. It took years for the reality of his death to sink in and for me to grieve that loss as fully as possible. Through the writing of this book, I have grieved his death even more— and in ways that I did not anticipate.

Now that the book is almost ready to publish, I have a different priority. Perhaps it is more of a hope. I truly desire that this book grows legs and does some “walking around.” Once my work shifts from writing editing to publishing and publicity, I’ll do my damndest to make that happen. My father and I went from being miles apart in our relationship with a burnt bridge between us, to genuinely saying “I love you” again. The story of how we did that is a hell of a tale. I hope you look forward to reading it.