arrow and about

swift and straight
it flies

like an arrow

it must be
an arrow

it is not me
I meander

I turn around

I am an arrow

I arrive
to pierce the heart
in a roundabout way

I stay true
through all



it could be me
after all

if I am true
I will pierce
your heart


Poem #444 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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