Somewheres In The Forest Of Dust And Dirt

Somewheres In The Forest Of Dust And Dirt

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

Waters

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Looking there 
Besides stillwaters
Underneath,  reconnected 
Refound whatever 
Disconnected sound
So open your mind instead
I'm hearing better 
One morning
Are you sure
It's like the only colour
I can use
I cannot understand
Gets me the action 
I felt most because
I didn't recognize
By my rememories I think softly
Sulking in the field
It'll be good 
What not all
You're sure about it 
Of for a time
This is how 
Oh,  warmer walls
Oh,  search
If you have any freedom 
Left-over
From the moment
There entirely
In ways,  meaningful
Angels unaware and unprepared
Is it you 
Crashing to Earth
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  Rejoice
In a poem first
I don't know them
It's an
Orphan's Christmas
To me
Where-at it's this 
They will
Basically by you misheard it
Check this out
A soft wind vortex
Fading up
Fading down inside
Nights before dawn
That made us 
Here-by my notes
If that made sense
Sweet in the world
On the edge of
What might be 
The lights is on
One side then all side
I misheard it with love
Right up the middle
They all sounded 
Really alike
Inaccessible to me
I just took it as is
A set piece of music 
In the photographs
Dispite the holes I did
Until the lights goes out
In the cliffs upon me
That's what I thought
I saw across
Splashes so much paint
The tears have dried
Sending me this 
Those still pictures 
Here-at is said 
In black and white frames 
Breaking leaves down
Hanging off 
In silver trains are running down
When we met before
Stands nearer 
At the beam ends
For more wonder  
Everyday is
Something else descends 
Of the bed
It can't be wrong
Something's right
Oh,  what a way 
To end this night
All the thoughts 
Looking at all of what I done
Beyond that
I persisted certainly
Outta the wind 
If only there I believed
In an evening of inspiration
Can it happen 
Here's looking at you
A sweeping star
on a chimney
Flashing far
In crystal blues with
Shadows walking above
There-in going on back and forth
Across the road
That's amore then it's gone 
Therefore inside your coats
Better to wait
Flying between us waters
Braking leaves down 
Finds whatever behind
How we all feel
Serene homes invalid
In perfect snowglobes
For there it was so real 
Went out on and off across
The smooth flat stones 
After it's all 
Throwing it over to the clouds
The night's bright walls
Walking throughout
Skimming across the open flame
By the time
From back then 
In dark fields
Of scattered shoes
Some still sticking around for
Far more again
And still hold the better part
You'll agree
What's inside there 
That's sad 
That's glad
That's mad
Over the line
Until the lights goes out
Flows easy
Kind and gentle
Put upon
An old wooden table glows
I had to go stare at it
Upon a candle 
Building off 
On a riff
At the other way 
Flying around rooms
On a raft
Unknown how far
To observe a sweeping star 
Shows it as is warmer walls
Usually of the nightfall
At the ground
Upside-down
Well ventilated windows until clear
In a dream
Things,  so next 
Oh,  come here 
Left behind
Someplaces  
To long front rows  
To far rocks in the back rows now
Unseemingly alike
For a possibility 
I just took it as is
There's a promise
What I can get in
These narrows
Alot so dark 
From the mist in a rush
To begin with
Down the hallways
But warmly dreaming
Belated,  happenings
Awakening
Discovered in the muck and mire
Of yourself,  myself
This morning 
To improve
Perhaps it taste like dust and dirt
I like it like that
I cannot hold shape folds
Fast onto it
All the thought put in it
With no mention thereof
Makes up 
Yours embeded 
Makes up 
Mine in my head 
Within you
Without you
I say it slowly only
Onto other movements music
To be there forwards posted
This is real
Furthermost
For we will eventually be
It wasn't spoken 
There-in going on back and forth
Anything higher
For I will eventually seek 
While up above
Lonely so but freely
Still hidden valleys 
Beyond a hill
That's my comfort
My poem from me
From so high
Flows easy around
In a fine entanglement
For a reason and sound
Wandering behind 
The figurines staying
Like this one
Can you remember
Just somewhat
As if inside an object
Of imagination
I should see it
Someways
From days shorter
For nights longer 
Your dreams behold 
Somewheres
In the forest of dust and dirt
Spectacles anew
I flew

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a picture

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Adrift how far enough
Far from here and for awhile 
Enabled to see 
What we're watching for 
The future,  so next
Feeling it this moment
In open arms
Writing a note
To a real tree I just planted here
Noticing why 
Oh yeah,  Oh seems
By my rememories I think 
Walking empty spaces
Must go feel better
Don't they dote it
And pull at 
The beautiful cork
The beautiful surface
Now that has not points dull
As to what shape folds
Oh falls away
Must go back if my freedom 
By that matter
I could stay
Everyday is passing 
Another by
Always things the worst
Torn strings broke
Downtrodding
As a glimmering road
Makes up 
Another difference
Makes up
Upon this time to be different
Where's the good stuff 
Is it this after a time 
Was seen winding up
From leaves of olden been
I wasn't thinking 
Started to extend
Full of feeling
Better than of none
Here it is
Coming with the dawn
Rise and rise alike
What about the remaining trees
Until it was 
Not too late
And fairer soon will be
Joyous noises 
To the fire
I cannot hold shape
The console of full spools 
Rewinding,  spinning 
It just goes 
Around wheels
If it's gonna turn
Something into a book
You're sure 
As your existence 
Is just like
Circulation into each other's arms
Yet so another storm
Oh,  but,  step aside
Oh,  what good is it now
How should I picture 
The changes
Colouring with pencils
Clouds of thoughts
Will it trail off
Bringing relief 
Tells me 
It's raining something
A cool white ground blinded
All the way
Lays down pages 
Sounded it out
In plain sight
Torn strings broke
When we met before
Always near 
At the beam ends 
More perhaps
Everyday is
Something else descends
Paper chains broken
Is hanging around me
It might be the lights is on
So maybe will
We continue in this still
You won 
And you lost something
The way it was
Your disposition 
In the shadows
Exploring mountains
Of all else with
Sorrows and rivers cold
Waves to me 
Are but old movie reels
In progress
I thought
This morning improves
Through and through
Does it got you 
Right on the wrong 
Directions kept
The early verbs deep
Someplaces
It won't drop 
I'm all caught up
Carrying off 
Up on the last colours bright
Has it augmented yours 
It's like the only colour
I can use
I cannot understand 
Someways
From days shorter
For nights longer
Your dreams behold
Somewheres
In the forest of dust and dirt
Spectacles anew
I flew

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire

Thru and thru



© 2018 Robert Robbie Dudley



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Robert Robbie Dudley
Robert Robbie Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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