Jimmie Arrington

Freshman - 692 Points (October 03,1984 / Phoenix, Arizona)

#303 A Slow And Steady Stream - Poem by Jimmie Arrington

And as I sleep I begin to dream
I’m floating on a slow and steady stream,
Bobbing gently with ease.
My eyes consume the vibrant blues
Cause that’s the color of sky I choose.
I feel a subtle breeze.

The stream is bordered beautifully
With myriad daisies languidly
Swaying within the sunlight.
The smell of orange blossoms fills the air.
I’m here and there and everywhere
With a heightened sense of delight.

My heart is calm and my soul is free
As I drift gradually out to sea.
I’m free, I repeat the line.
Spoken harmoniously and clear,
Soft words are whispered in my ear
And a hand rests in mine.

I’m jolted awake with a chilling shiver
As I rush down a raging and rapid river,
My eyes widen with fear.
Dark clouds are crammed in a black sky
Which unexpectedly begins to cry.
The wind jerks me as I steer.

The water soaks me to the bone.
I’m alert as if in a combat zone
Fighting for a breath air.
Lightening strikes and thunder rolls
As I try to avoid the fatal black holes
Of dejection and despair.

The river is lined with the leering eyes
Of those who’ve said their last goodbyes
Within and without the years.
A cynical smirk sits upon each face
As I reach my hand for a saving grace.
I call for help but no one hears.

So I close my eyes and again I dream
I'm floating on a slow and steady stream,
Bobbing gently with ease.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 21, 2013

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