Twinkle, Twinkle, Twinkle Poem by Jeff Hobbs

Twinkle, Twinkle, Twinkle



Each stirring moment
of life leave us
with a.....
I was walking past a tree,
The air hung wet,
Mist hid my future and past,
My left and right,
A leaf slowly reached out,
Grabbing my face with its dew,
The coolness dampening,
My head turned and the leaf
sprung away.
The branch shivered as if
It were me who moistened it
The leaf dropped a tear
Falling to a rock
Seeming solid, steady
But gracefully twisting within itself,
The light through the trees
Caught the gyrations
And projected them as love.
Love which has no purpose
Other than itself,
An undying, unselfish, perfect
Love.
The Drop Shattered.
The rock became wet
Earth was mud
Movement in the tree ceased
Soon, ten steps further,
The tree may as well have had
been a dream.
I sighed.
Our Father Who...
Twenty times
After walking past caves of uncertainty
While whistling.
A happy tune.
Awakening to the first day,
Drowning, gasping, helping,
Light, bright, shock, pain,
Hunger, sleep, need, need...
Blessed Is The Fruit Of...
Giving in to and relying on,
And never being without,
Warmth, cool slumber,
First friends, jigsaw edges,
But no box lid to compare.
Musty scarlet carpet,
Heat through dirty venetians,
A happy cat singing of wonder,
Bad colour but impressive.
A rocket ship to nowhere
On a freeway smiling, telephones.
Solidity. A magic star necklace,
Orange stinging moths,
Thin plastic creatures on flying carpets,
Wild things swinging on purple trees
And red balloons crying for friendship.
I am a red balloon
You are a stone.
Ships, secret clubs, the brick cubbyhouse.
Up periscope, onto the roof,
War in the neighbourhood,
Traps, birthday cakes for royalty,
Missing shoes, codes, dams,
Love hearts and jackets on summer days.
Apple blossoms in an ancient native tongue.
Never say 'Good Afternoon' again.
Tears again, first of many, Why?
Why? , first of many.
'We were strangers
who waited too long.'
The silent love, the room is the world,
The world is the room,
Snow, a white covering,
Deep, cold, happy, memories.
The plane crash,
Doctors rescue a hero's heart
As mine washes down the drain,
To a haunted house of hidden charms
And traps for truth as the name of love
Appears for the second time
Three times lucky,
Never take the third light
Too late
'Medical authorities warn....'
It was our brother
Hardly worth an icecream
But a memory and a warning sign.
They sat in front of me
A bomb in the garbage of
hide and seek.
Aniseed balls, two for a cent.
I don't know, I don't want to know
Why? The second time.
The thinker. Dinosaur windows,
Black, orange, yellow, red, Black.
Ink all over the books
False love notes.
The burnt old car and the
Dead cat.
Fainting, sickness, huge trees,
Trains, first of many.
Of course, but, well, not really.
Three crumpled leaves,
dry, dead, green dust,
returned a never life.
One left is never seen
in the pocket
The tree is bare.
Twenty times.
Waves, wind, storms,
Sand flying at my bare legs
Silver fish with sharp teeth,
A knife through the backbone,
Quick, choking gasps, blood,
Feed it to the cat,
It's had kittens.
The old barn and a rocky fence,
Mushrooms no-one ever saw,
A turtle telling me secrets,
The cat everywhere and leaves
Covered the moist autumn ground.
Rabbit, zoom, the sister of secrets,
The second name of truthless trust
Appears for the first time.
The third man was shot,
His cigarette hung from his grey lips,
A red patch on his neck was his only wound,
A clean death, his shoes were newly polished.
The trench had worse sights,
Armless corpses with no tobacco,
Helmets filled with a soup of life,
Thicker than any gas or any mud,
Never to be sent home, filled over,
Extinguishing the smouldering filter and the memory.
Was it? Were they?
Why?
A rotten old wooden house
Charcoal hot-water system,
An out-house at the end of a cold path.
Teeth out, blood on the street,
Beginning of riotous electricity.
The birthday party, each person sat
And the man next door raked his leaves,
I was four, the cake was pink or blue or something.
A slow painful crushing
A knock at the door,
'How are you? '
'How are you? '
'How are you? '
Racing ambulance,
months in a plaster bed,
Sitting at the dinner table
Arguing about and then
So I did.
Five years of rugby.
The horse race called off,
A day of friendship closed off,
Grandma died, just in time
Open freeways, telephone.
Ring and then hang up.
'I put my trust in you.'
A final division of joy - torn apart.
A bare cold castle
Home at last.
Year after year,
Tear after tear,
The second appearance causes
The thrid way. Why? Never.
A misunderstanding,
Wrong words, wrong times,
Wrong. Why?
A drunken concert,
A spiteful, hopeful movement
To no avail. The first kiss.
A fool, the same why.
Older than ever before
And soon to leave.
Soft, gentle, kind, deceiving or not,
Tear inducing, water shared,
'I grok.'
Incredible, unbelievalbe, lies.
False - the third name of love
for three months.
Three words
My age...?
An everlasting friendship
With my mirror image - who is he?
Different appearances for the
Sake of deception.
Do you really? A lying lawyer,
Success has gone and a weed grows
instead. Regret.
Back, almost over.
Blue never was a primary colour,
It faded to black.
It never was blue.
Even the eyes are gone,
Who are you?
Cicadas turn the air to a confusing
Mass of summer memories.
Sitting under the water wondering,
My breath lasts forever,
I am a seal, I am a fish,
I am dead. Drowned in water,
Under a deceptive sky.
The third was a part of three,
March, April, May, Why?
June shows a new number,
Three.
One.
One in Three
Three in One.
White.
The procession is over,
The road was muddy and my face
Was still damp from the leaf.
Tomorrow a new wonderland.
- The Mad Hatter at your service!

(5 June,1981)

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