The calm

The calm

A Poem by eaglefeather

the feeling of being at pure peace with the world. the feeling, of pure calm.


You walk up to your lane

It is just a bow, some arrows, and a small paper target 

But it is a activity you could do all day 

You draw back 

the arrow in the string of the bow 

Then it is calm, 

The world has hit pause and you stand there 

Bow drawn, breath held, in the archer stance 

For a couple seconds you could have sworn that you could hear it, 

The world breathing, 



Paced just right 

It made everything calm and still

All worries silenced 

All problems miles away

Just calm and silence 

Then you let go

The twang of the string recoiling

The movement of the bow against your hand 

The sound of the arrow hitting the target 

And you draw another arrow

So that, you just might, 

Feel the calm again

© 2021 eaglefeather

Author's Note

any grammar mistakes can be ignored. i only publish for entertainment and for feedback on the content it self, not the presentation.

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I enjoyed reading it. I felt calm too.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


2 Weeks Ago

thank you :)

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Added on June 1, 2021
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