So slow should I go check my echos up

So slow should I go check my echos up

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

softly fast around 

acsending will be

climbing inside lands 

of many events

something behind

every tree for plenty passes 

emotion and direction

always times confusion

picking up beneath

O'  great trunks from before

we're sound inside

we're thereof

it wasn't enough

I lost a book that floated

hopes,  keeps,  forsakes,  ends

leaves it open 

wider,  remembers

if, hadn't a wing 

maimed at least

could I be better

it's already over done

for as here and after

half-rains upon now  

finds re-absorbing

connection of what's

remaining lifts up the mats

looks up at life path

clears against the cliffs 

misty lanes,  talking aloft

walking on a long trail

O'  in two making looks like 

a soft red brick

by the waters full

and it was fantastic

in bits and pieces

and the noontide by one

only ghosts walks survives

the midnight

up from my heart

splashes aloud

I can't wait

I wanted to be around

for it became gone right on it

come on in we're back

picking up a star it's

a considerable time ahead

the posies besets

escapes with music 

toward what

on points higher still

upturns,  uphill

glimmers so new 

I wanted to be around

along strings unbroken 

must cast to the wind 

for misunderstood minds

cuts less loose

in the sunrise glows

still much ado you

O'  in two rather rapid by one

all us souls if have 

got great past

the midnight

up from my heart

splashes aloud

I can't wait

I wanted to be around

O'  can I at all 

make it if mine will

upturns,  uphill

glimmers so new 

cool, so fancy 

in the breeze

dawn is in the blue image 

the white shades blew 

upwards gold and silver hues 

rushes on blazes off 

clouds appreciated

distances below drops that

distorted real works

your sunsets painted

by the best happens

from these dim 

B/W pictures everyday

and can I have

someway to pass

that has to go

roaring,  soaring

a heart,  raining

pouring hard

out and out I know

your courage, wild, free

leaves it open 

wider,  remembers

see this ?  you will

outdoors is stormy

scatters shadows of eagles

returns my bag of poems

sunshine on moonlight

apartment 2B

both after wanton

wet breezes over

blinds or drapes

long torn away

at hand began

O'  thunder,  clapping

who is your

own self this hides

when hidden under

adding once more

to be done seeing here

we're thereof

it wasn't enough

I lost a book that floated

leaves it open 

wider,  remembers

and we've done 

from the surface

as tents outside 

as methinks,  I am 

switching to little scenes

lines,  then,  going 

the best things are 

stepping into the daylight

passing high at that

portal unknown 

I begin to see

within reach

other information 

leaves it open

wider,  remembers

something clicked

for unrevised space

cuts less loose

all its meaning is 

stairs,  stairs,  stairs

how it's dark again there's

another time

another side

still much ado you

most nights must fall 

dreaming the ways across 

tight covers consuming

at morn'  found none lo

so slow should I go

check my echos up

gets unclouded 

as methinks, I am 

switching to little scenes

lines,  then,  going 

to the back of me

all my writing is 

gray mist that floated

matters of the heart now

in the hallow sentence

O'  be beautifully unreal

divine spark,  running

out and out I know

laying it down 

let it all flow

behold unfinished 

my contrast drags

upturns,  uphill

glimmers so new

cool, fancy

in the breeze

dawn is in the blue image

the white shades blew 

upwards,  if,  at love,  be love

love begins wetness, paints

to the upper layers

from the dirt

from the earth

through and through

but it's a dry mad heat out

looking in the deep

yet,  each day wonders

never solid within

invisible bottoms

circles expanding 

inward,  outward

that's where it's at

on the last act

and lets it in on

the thoughts

standing plants as us

odd places to be

uneven surfaces are

roots beneath

in this much  

holds behind us

of the lights that was before

something swept away

all the near misuses 

from gloom unseen 

out-grown wisdom

within splendid dreams

in-throughout its phrases

one unremembered

became gone right on it

come on in we're back

picking up a star again

disappears and like-so 

and can I have

someway to pass

that has to go

as ever had

always but never

more heard before

long,  long,  long

narrow far and between

disappears and like-so 

and can i have 

someway to pass

what's that so beat

to a backward rhythm

another rhyme rolls enables it

darker links found 

between disappears

for others wanting

and finds me a kind

of fall under the moon

leaves it open

wider,  remembers 

a bit theatrical

lines,  then,  going 

to the back of me 

I stumbled upon this shore

stairs,  stairs,  stairs

O'  and like-so 

and can I have

someway to pass

that has to go

as ever had

always but

never seen digs it

what's below 

but not now swiftly so

out and out I know

celestial fire streams

they gave

impossible norms

names afterwards

shines,  eyes,  skies,  wishes

without words

O'  it hurts

O'  I suppose it so

scraping upon

the stone floor 

what me worry 

listening to the first cure

the beginning of this 

burns for now

worn out for now

I get that,  too

in troves we dread

the edge of waves

the light has gone 

over-there fulfills

O'  which will it be

for some more lo

how it is so slow

should I go check

my echos up





© 2017 Robert Robbie Dudley



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Very unique. That's pretty much all I can say.

Some interesting lines and images that blur the boundaries of written perception.

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Robert Robbie Dudley
Robert Robbie Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. oh, poetry a random ray of light shining golden drops in dripping from the ceiling, the corners i like it to lay it down on the ground meaning w.. more..

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