Over matter embraced hot summer mirror

Over matter embraced hot summer mirror

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

over matter embraced

hot summer mirror

subjected chased

O' themselves and the last

wish was this 

blank pages lines burning up

will verses shudder

to think about roses

for it's fine air

O' revolution under the ground

and it was everything

the right time

knocked so loud

up against the wall 

what's lost will be remade

looking around

good to me but not today

by those few 

in holes revisits

at breadth search alone

found it all thereon

the tide's end long streets

fluttering in the ears as my side is

crystal reflected moon

calm Spring is up 

from nothing but down

to at first mow, mow, mow, all and wait, finding out 

both guessing at most your freedom

for nights explored

you looked outta from

under almost understood

in your intent here

that began again every

delight impulses should

all belongs as it is

said before only over lips

a lonely soul's ghost 

watches the sea

are going outside to bring

a known sound now

afloat, afoot at loss with

here and there

a new rose told me crazy

overall across letters

this one's important

sent to places forgotten

most the wrong steps upon

outta faith high hopes

prayers in the dream

splinters strange

situations from beyond

that's one step backwards

and of anybody elses

by instance glimpses

waters sublime

built for presses

for your noises

say good night

parts of an arrow

drops thoughts

O' themselves issues

very shortly faces it

O' be prepared

yourself methinks

myself and I shout

as one person home

the time is gone

O' isolation

is learning

out of falling red

Autumn calling

came like being really

sad and clearly dead

in trees as a fragile

world of twigs

climbing up

to views for what 

the mighty rooftop

O' Wintery sweeps away

skies what do you do

after you get up from

saying everyday's clear 

for over the top

O' drumming moon

beats of deep pauses 

causes early changes

that turns my absent

mind back to bed instead 

I'm floored by you why not

it's carried on many windows

half up uncovered books

goes forth and scopes

off the inside pictures 

seeing the high wire's edgeless

in the breeze silence

we will still be alright

O' spirits repines again

O' puts out 

O' lets go over colors

at least an hour alone

and methinks that

finally the situation's core

mine's could

here's heavy mud 

bled in the eyes

glowing reeds 

turns real slow what's true

burns without you 

and methinks that

I still cannot see



© 2018 Robert Robbie Dudley

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Added on March 27, 2017
Last Updated on November 4, 2018


Robert Robbie Dudley
Robert Robbie Dudley

Riverside, NJ

THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. oh, poetry a random ray of light shining golden drops trickles in two and two dripping from the ceilings O i swept across the corners i like it to.. more..