![]() Somewheres In The Forest Of Dust And DirtA Poem by Robert Robbie DudleyWaters 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 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 chimneyFlashing 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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Added on November 6, 2017 Last Updated on April 19, 2018 Author![]() Robert Robbie DudleyRiverside, NJAboutTHE 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 to.. more..Writing
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