Somewheres In The Forest Of Old Dust

Somewheres In The Forest Of Old Dust

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

Looking still on 
Be reconnected found
So open your mind
I'm hearing better one morning
Are you sure
It's like the only colour
I can use
I cannot understand
But we're not too sure
It's an
Orphan's Christmas
To me
As a box set of music
Splashes so much paint
The last stand
What I have
I persisted 
Therefore I believed
In an inspiration
That's amore than gone
You're inside coats
Flying between waters
Brakes down by what
Of peaceful homes
For quiet stones after all
Throw it over
Once were and still are parts
You'll agree
What's inside that spuare peg
I had to go
Upon a candle shows
Shadows of the nightfall
It's always in the clay
Well ventilated windows
Someplaces  
To long front rows  
To far rocks in the back
There's a possibility 
There's a promise
These narrows
Alot of darkness 
Belated happens 
Holds on you
Makes up 
Yours embeded
Makes up 
Upon my mind occured
I said it slow
Hidden valleys flow
In a drop of nectar
Behind the figurines
Can you remember
Just so as in an object
Of course 
I should see it
Someways
From days shorter
For nights longer 
Your dreams behold 
Somewheres
In the forest of old dust

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

That's tight 

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Seas what we're watching for 
The future
Feels it this moment
In open arms
Writing a note
To a tree
Why don't they dote it
And pull at 
The beautiful cork
Now as shapes 
That fall away
Must my freedom pass
Always downtrodded
Makes up 
Another difference
Makes up
Upon this time to be short
Where's the good stuff
Better than none
Here it is
Coming with the dawn
Was not that fairer
Soon joyful noises 
To the console 
Of spools rewinding
Spinning around wheels
If it's gonna turn
Something into a book
You're sure 
As your existence is
Colouring with pencils
Clouds of thought
Will trail off
Cool white ground
Lays down pages 
Sounding it out
In plain sight
Pulls strings near-by
Paper chains 
Is hanging around me
And the light is on
So may we continue
You won 
And you lost something
Way it was
Your disposition
All else sorrow heals
Does it got you right on
The wrong direction
The wrong verb
Someplaces
It won't drop up
On the last colours bright
Has 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

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

That's tight 

Out on the wire

Thru and thru



© 2017 Robert Robbie Dudley



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Robert Robbie Dudley
Robert Robbie Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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