Somewheres In The Forest Of Old Dust

Somewheres In The Forest Of Old Dust

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

Waters

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Looking there 
Besides stillwaters
Be reconnected 
Refound whatever 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 
Felt most because
I didn't recognize
By my rememories I think
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 and means
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
Check it out
Fading up
Fading down inside
Nights before
That made us 
Here-by my notes
Sweet in the world
On the edge of
What might be 
The lights is on
One side then all sided
Heard it with love
Right in 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 ends
More perhaps
Everyday is
Something else descends 
Of the bed
It can't be wrong
Something's right
All the thoughts 
Looking at all of what I have
I persisted certainly
Outta the wind 
Only therefore I believed
In an evening of inspiration
Can it happen 
A crystal blue with
Shadows above
There-by going 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
Peaceful homes
In perfect snowglobes
For there it was so real 
Went out on and off
The smooth flat stones 
After all 
Throwing it over to the clouds
The night's bright walls
Walking throughout
Skimming across the greens
By the times 
From back then 
In dark fields
Of scattered shoes
Some still sticking around for
Far more again
And still are the better part
You'll agree
What's inside there 
That's sad 
That's glad
That's mad
Until the lights goes out
Flows easy
Kind and gentle
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 my star 
Shows it as is warm walls
Shadows of the nightfall
At the ground
Well ventilated windows until
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
These narrows
Alot so dark the mist in a rush
To begin with
Down the hallway
But warmly dreaming
Belated,  happenings
Discovered in the muck and mire
Of yourself,  myself
This morning 
To improve
Perhaps it taste like dirt
I like it like that
I cannot hold shape
Fast onto it
All the thought put into it
Mentioned above
Makes up 
It gave yours embeded 
Makes up 
In my mind 
Mostly occured meant
Within you
Without you
I said it slowly only
Onto other movements 
To be there for
This is real
Furthermost
For we will eventually be
And it wasn't spoken
Going on 
Anything higher
For I will eventually seeks 
While up above
Lonely so but free
Still hidden valleys 
Beyond a hill
That's my comfort
My poem from me
Flows easy around
In a fine drop 
For a reason 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 old dust
In spectacles anew
I flew

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Adrift how far
Far from here 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 
Noticing why 
Oh yeah,  Oh seems
By my rememories I think 
Walking empty spaces
Don't they dote 
And pull at 
The beautiful cork
Now has it
As to what shapes 
That falls away
Must go back my freedom 
By that matter
Everyday is 
Passing another by
Always things the worst 
Torn strings
Downtrodded
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 time 
Was seen
From leaves of olden been
I wasn't thinking 
Started to fade
Full of feeling
Better than of none
Here it is
Coming with the dawn
Rise and rise alike
What if 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
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  
When we met before
Always near 
At the 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 
Exploring mountains
Of all else 
Sorrows heals radios
Movie reels
In the process
This morning improves
Through and through
Does it got you 
Right on the wrong 
Directions keep
The early verbs deep
Someplaces
It won't drop 
I'm all caught up
Carrying 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 old dust
In spectacles anew
I flew

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

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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