Sometimes I get the feeling
our words are arrows
passing each other,
feathers steering a fine point
that misses its mark.
You declare a bulls eye,
but your arrow’s embedded in your neighbour’s target.
My arrow twitches in the straw
waiting for another chance.
A quiver full of words
I hope each aims true,
but sometimes the flight path
looks quite different to you
Great metaphor. Loved the poem.
Thank you, Jordan.
I love this poem and its message Shawn…thanks for sharing!
My pleasure, Wendell. Thanks for stopping by!
Great metaphor and perspective Shawn!
Thanks, Jarrod.
Beautiful stuff, particularly the closing —
“I hope each aims true,
but sometimes the flight path
looks quite different to you”
We do often have cross purposes that cause much conflict, don’t we?
Yes.
Today, I was in correspondence with someone and I was pondering whether we were actually in the same conversation!
Dead on the mark!
…at least on my target.
lol. Thanks.
oh the power of words………and miscommunication…….and the importance of reality defined by perception no matter if someone “means something” or not! Love this!
Thank you, Lillian. Perception is reality! (Worrisome, that)
Wonderful. I love arrow imagery and metaphors. Just do.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Thomas!
Here’s food for thought: https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=little%20arrows%20video