Noel Villarosa Poet Sonnet

My Little Archer

My Little Archer


I am not cupid with wings to snare
I stood to trust with my dominant eye
My arrow’s end reaped a feather from lair
Grasped the bowstring, appeared ready to vie

Released my strength and listened to my breath
As force was pulling it down to the ground
That challenged distance and danced to death
Arrows braved the wind and fled being drowned

My creed will not fail in hitting the mark
Object remained aloof from where I stood
Aimed the high and enjoyed the morning lark
Dreaming one day to hit like Robin Hood

Whispered the bullseye to catch my arrow
Or hang my quiver and try tomorrow

April 24, 2017

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Manmath Dalei April 24, 2017 at 3:14 AM Dear Noel, Feel very happy after reading this poetry after a long gap. Yes, we can hit like Robin Hood if we work hard to fulfill our dream.Enjoyed.............//hugs Noel Villarosa April 24, 2017 at 4:50 AM Hi, Manmath thank you for reading my new poem. I was inspired when looking at my little son's picture while practicing archery, so I wrote this poem.