My Mobile Poem by Jessie Jett

He is consistant.
He is persistant.
He is charming.
He is kind.

Solemnly aggressive.
Quick as a bullet, full of pride.
Sharp as a tack.
Impatable speech, non to lack; nothing to hide.

Something foreign to me.
Always to be.

I run in circles.
He runs in circles.
We run in circles.
Like a dog and a tail or a mobile on a rail.

Defferent pages definitely do.
Entwined with goals, futures, dreams; all new.
Caught dangling and battered.
Values, virtues, emotions falling too.

Fleeing, fleeing from mobile seeing.

But there, a light shines.
Beaming and blinding; blocking the mind.
Into all other reasons,
Why I love you; to find.

Becuase he is passionate.
Reluctantly thoughtful.
Thoughtful in love.
To be partners we are, try to go far.

As the dust does fall.
Little tricklings seep down beind the wall.
Of what is.
Caught still, lingering about it all.

Entwined with different pages.
Too constantly wages.
For a fact of how it feels.
Sulking and floating around a dusty mobile.

Of it all, it can't be cleaned eternally.
Oh shiney mobile,
You lack such normality.
Spinning mobile, as dust may lay;
But in my heart you always stay.