Wednesday, February 29, 2012


My aim precise, bow as taut

as a lover's arm reaching

for the beloved,

I shoot up fiery arrows

that return extinguished and weak

after succumbing to gravity's

force pulling them back,

making them crash on solid ground.

I missed.

Echos reverberate again,

and again.

My target fuzzy, now out of scope

I want to forget it.

But gravity, so strange

it pulls both ways

creating inexplicable attractions.

Once more I'm compelled to shoot

projectiles of my dreams

sharp and on fire,

upwards hoping for strength

to pierce and burn, escaping

the pull of familiar earth

to obey the lure of the mark beyond.

And perhaps today...


(Submitted to: Dverse Poets, ABC Wednesday, Poets United)


  1. smiles..never stop trying...maybe if one would bind some rocket engines to these darn arrows then they could win the battle against gravity..

  2. Must keeping on trying to better our aim, maybe attach a rocket flame indeed. I just hope it doesn't fall on anyone head, that could cause dread.haha

  3. Yes, good luck! Today, you maybe just hit it! K.

  4. A real down-to-earth tale!
    ROG, ABC Wednesday team

  5. A nice little poem for "G" day today.

    Gigi Ann, ABC Wednesday Team

  6. hey myrna...sorry so late...word verification killed my comment twice...

    keep shooting those arrows...that is what dreams are all about...and that is how you eventually hit it...

    and i am sining john mayer for some reason...smiles.

  7. your aim only gets better.. never stop!

  8. your mind is finely strung, projectiles of idea-ls
    go flying across the web!

    Aloha from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral

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  9. Oh, I love the last two lines. What an inspirational start to today!

  10. Beautiful poem about hope and not giving up;)) I am back dear Myrna trying to catch up, hope you have been well;)

  11. Dear Myrna,
    Keep on reaching for those dreams...they do come true.
    Nicely penned.
    Thanks for sharing. Thanks also for always stopping by. I have changed my blog address. please update your bookmarks:

    Garden Of Life

  12. Myrna, another stunning piece! Your use of language is unparalleled. I'm in awe of your talent.