Hello All. It has been a hard April this year, as there is too much going on at work to allow me time to think, and to top it off, the last few days I had a terrible cold. But I have been writing. It is just the posting of poems here that has fallen behind. So hopefully, starting today, I can catch up. Beginning with the NaPoWriMo prompt for today – to write a poem about a fight. This age old struggle came to mind.
Bow and Arrow “You are nothing without me” The arrow said pointedly “I quiver at what will become of you” The sharp tone cut like a razor Bow, unstrung and relaxed Stayed quiet, reserved, reticent “I will not be drawn into this fight. I am not a target for your hostility” But Arrow continued, to prick and poke Aiming barbs tipped to sting Bow’s limbs, tense and strained Arched and knotted with Strength of sinuous reason Calmly, tendon tight, bow grinned And released a response Sending Arrow far, far away A faint whisper feathered in the air “You complete me”
