Jimmie Arrington Poems
#227 Stand And Stare
On auto drive I climb spiral stairs,
Grasping the guardrail as I go.
Through small windows I see the glares
Of the boat’s fading glow.
I see fierce tides rise and crash,
Tossing the boat with ease.
I see rain pour and lightning flash
Within a hurricane breeze.
Still I keep moving, higher and higher,
My brain out running my feet.
Urgently trying to kindle the fire
With swift steps and rapid heartbeat.
The boat shrinks every time I look,
The light continues to dim.
Just like a fish caught on a hook,
It’s much too late to ...
#358 So I Feel
Like a falling feather from a fowl in flight,
Like a whispering breeze through the autumn night,
Like drops of rain at the old homestead,
So I feel in my befuddled head.
Like one black cloud in the deep blue sky,
Like awaking to the sound of a gentle lullaby,
Like immobile stars that have somehow aligned,
So I feel in my perplexed mind.