Broken Arrow


Finally
it makes some sense.
Here I am after all the wounds
trusting life to take back
its broken arrows once again.

Sometimes so elusive
answers arrive
in tingles which wake the
softness in my soul to
search for more new wonders.

A solitary rock’s feel
fills my need for touch
Connecting through warm
vibration.

New leaves on the bough
offer sweet, sweet breath
to nullify the physical aches
it’s never time to say goodbye
and I am no longer
a stranger on the shores
on the outside of life
looking in.

~*~

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I love the dVersePoets  group but, if you’ve never taken part in the Carry on Tuesday prompt before, please take a peek and see if you’d enjoy it too.
There’s nothing wrong with linking two prompts.
Keith of Keith’s Ramblings  sets a challenge each Tuesday using either the first line of a famous poem or song and asks you to mention it somewhere in your work.  He is debating on whether to close his site down due to a lack of support, so, if you want to go read his challenge and then link up, I’m sure he would be delighted to see you there.

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dVersePoets OpenLinkNight #44

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

40 thoughts on “Broken Arrow”

  1. Sorry for my late comment. Your poem of survival and the rebirth of hope and desire is wonderful in the way it affirms life, even after disappointment and pain.

  2. Thanks so much for mentioning Carry On Tuesday. I’ve been snowed under with messages asking me to keep it going – I had no idea how liked it had become. It could well survive after all!

  3. This was wonderful, it’s always best after looking with in to look at the world from the inside as a part of it. well said here.

  4. “Sometimes so elusive
    answers arrive
    in tingles which wake the
    softness in my soul to
    search for more new wonders.” – love this! 😀

  5. “A solitary rock’s feel
    fills my need for touch
    Connecting through warm
    vibration.” So many beautiful lines, a beautiful poem…this line really captured my heart…I can imagine holding the rock in one’s hand, like the warm heart of the earth, feeling connected to all life on this planet.

  6. This can be read in so many ways, which is to say so much can be extracted from it. It’s light, yet dense, it has more than a touch of the mystical, yet down to earth. Fab’!

  7. Lovely … I can relate … somewhat … I feel gladness … even if I’m just touching a sun warmed rock … anything for a small piece of gladness. Thanks, ma sista … Love, cat.

  8. “Finally it makes some sense.” That gives me hope. I’ve got to go find myself a rock like that. Nice one.

  9. “Sometimes so elusive / answers arrive / in tingles which wake the / softness in my soul to / search for more new wonders.”

    I absolutely love that.

  10. Sometimes so elusive
    answers arrive
    in tingles which wake the
    softness in my soul to
    search for more new wonders.

    This stanza really speaks to me, Bren, such a well written piece. It so nice to read of people growing outside their boundaries. Beautiful!

  11. I really like how you started this piece. and I love hose tingles which wake the softness in my soul.

  12. “New leaves on the bough
    offer sweet, sweet breath
    to nullify the physical aches
    it’s never time to say goodbye
    and I am no longer
    a stranger on the shores
    on the outside of life
    looking in.” love that so much

  13. trusting life to take back
    its broken arrows once again…
    love that line, so hard to do, and yet we find a way, again and again…

  14. Something about taking control of life here, like pulling out those broken arrows and casting them to one side- it speaks of difficult times overcome- nicely summed up in the lines about ‘no longer being on the outside looking in- no longer a stranger – this isn’t positive par se in that it’s hopping and skipping, but rather survival through endurance. Loving your work more and more

  15. Absolutely beautiful. I especially love the closing lines……..no longer a stranger on the shore on the outside looking in. I remember those years of being outside looking in, and love not being there any more. Your poem resonates so much with me.

  16. i like the touch of the rock being the answer to the need to touch…and sometiems it takes a while for the answers…and sometimes it takes a bit for us to be ready for them as well…

  17. It is nice when those elusive answers finally DO arrive. Often they arrive at the most surprising times! I enjoyed your write.

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