Making up a lot as I stood looking

making up a lot

as I stood looking goes

against the blur

at the difference

inside my creative cave

enlights and melts

into the wood a candle

so there's numbers

and just rekindles

all in a row

are at a pile the same

the same tender boxes

wherein do I not

exists I puts in

between us

movements in a flash

backwards thunder

as we go by

hanging loose

with headset

and a lot untaunted

along the creases

pulls leaves that

falls beyond me

between us only these

because it is all of it from

over the bright

frame of mind

than this is

that never happens

in shows for growth

unrefined

uncompleted

unravels

I shall be free

moves on

packing shelves dense

spilling over

nothing never better

just one's own

self seeking

but then the others

a-fading in a-cold

shell blue in the sky

I couldn't tell you

in which will end

crushing back then

on the way up

lifting, noticing

it's all in a-seashell

blue to recall

what abouts stretches 

somewheres

that pointed across

the bright flames

popping one off

in a-lost vision

what's real in a-lost dash

to the springs

jumping in 

gots hopes drops-in

closer than that can't

wait wherein

everso on super

heated air blew below

overhead are winds

the worlds spinning

for ears to hear us

they will hear us

hear our joy falling

on pages often beat wanton

speaking things

and places

beyond beneath

lets in heaven relieves

above wherein

forward skies

flowing and were we

everso there going

on and on yet

another soul

puts in another

thought of love

again is it worth it

meantime works out

all of the forms

that once was twice 

Left or right

upon a time 

whiles the walks

are farther out

I get it, I dig it

on a path through

distant to bestill

this is constant

twisting and turning

or around back

by my side

by me not now

within reasons

every time draws out images

but then shows how

still here and giving inwards

to this need more-so

wherein mostly

continues for less

and finds earliest

steps alone outside

from the first

to the last key

to eyes flickering

deeper than mine

by this time when

a-fading in a-cold

shell blue in the sky

I couldn't tell

you what was

all the time

in the long haul

without no one

else to see

in which was

crushing back then

collecting cans

on the way up

on a path through

keeping it.warm

distant to bestill

this is unconstant

twisting and turning

or around back

by my side

by me be now

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Robert Robbie Dudley
Wow! That was a blast to read. Light seems to be the theme bringing everything together. Light of spirit and emotion. Awareness maybe too as you have experienced it in your own individual way within possibly a touch on relationship. I also love the dramatic way of writing this. I tried just skimming it and that really brought out the meaning too. Very cool poem! Blessings Kathy

[alanwgraham]

This feels like it could go on forever and it is a few steps ahead of the monkeys banging away at the typewriters it's not quite a stream of consciousness if it was I'd be worried for you on the positive side I did like it and I find that a bit disconcerting but my mind does work in strange way if I stop taking the pills so maybe it's you that should anxious seriously it's good to take risks!
Cheers,
Alan

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

like Jerry Lewis playing the typewriter, thanks a lot ! I had fun rolling that one off

[lua]

the structure compliments these words so well, a tumble of thoughts and consciousness