Jimmie Arrington Poems
|202.||#266 Oh, Dear Moon||1/31/2014|
|204.||#277 Common Nonsense||1/31/2014|
|205.||#291 Half A Heart||11/21/2013|
|206.||#294 Don’t Go Away||11/21/2013|
|207.||#298 Dear Someday||11/21/2013|
|208.||#347 Wake Up||11/21/2013|
|210.||#350 A Formal Farewell||11/21/2013|
|211.||#331 A Peculiar Place||11/21/2013|
|212.||#303 A Slow And Steady Stream||11/21/2013|
|213.||#320 The Girl With A Skeleton Key||11/21/2013|
|214.||#284 Cupcakes And Brownies||1/31/2014|
|215.||#345 The Corner Store||8/14/2012|
|216.||#227 Stand And Stare||2/28/2014|
#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 ...
No, I don't love her anymore,
I've already closed that door.
I don't care what she might say
Or exactly why she couldn't stay.
But I wonder beneath the moon's light,
Who's roof is she under tonight?
I don't think of her each day
I've healed from all that disarray.