Over matter embraced hot summer mirror dark

Over matter embraced hot summer mirror dark

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

over matter embraced

hot summer mirror

subjected, chased around

all over us just go

O' themselves and the last

wish was this in care of at havin' ye

I love thee

blank pages yellow

lines burnin' out in

New warmth will verses shudder thence comes dawn

could cold depart us

to think about roses have withered away

for it's fine hard airs is driven outta signs

O' revolutions under the ground all free

and it was everything, nothing

the right times

knocked so loud

up against the walls anyways instantly

what's lost will be remade

looking around here

good to me but not today

by the divines works out

those few pushes a-row

in poems revisited shall run

O' quick like one turn

at breadth search alone go

finds it all sets there-on more

the tide's end longing streets

fluttering in the ears at my side progressive brung on

in fits & hid wings gleaming, flapping arms

crystals reflected moonbeams

the front calm Spring's up 

what kind of sunshine falls

from a-new down first saws how's

mows, mows, mows turning overflows brakes stones

all's waiting and finding

us both guessing outta most

our freedom clear mountains

for nights explored

you looked outta from waters muddy matters

underground is almost misunderstood

way down deep

in your intent here

that began again everything is

thus so far

flight impulses so should fall

all belongs as it is unspoke

unsaid before only over lips melts

playfully as seals

a lonely soul's night took notice

watches the sea

wonderfully wobbly now

we're going outside bringing me to

a kinda blast here's tomorrow

a known sound so basic it hurts

it floats spins at loss forgets so

the whole, the whole

is space here and there still found it

deserves a new rose

told me crazy shoes shine stamps out my time

the zooming races

overall across letters feels nice show's thru

Converses, floors

seal'd of canvas this one's important

sent to places forgotten

done by us roamin' on the wrong steps

up in bricks just betweens

seeks outta faith high hopes

prayers in the dreams am I cards bright

decides describes the night

splinters in strange points

special encyclopedias

situations from beyond

gets me one step backwards

and by anybody elses

distances glimpses others

waters sublime

built in the presses

for your every little quiet noises

pulls the beautiful feather from

the jars stores

parts of an arrow drove in-throughout sweet joys

clouds coming down

drop by drop thoughts box'd

O' themselves some issues

very shortly appears

yourself methinks

myself and I jumping the streams

as one person home

the time is gone

O' isolation time-out room

is learning wanting inwards

back in the rolling red doors of rain

Watching Autumn calling

came like being really, really

sad and nearly dead things

in trees as a fragile

world of twigs

sunshine climbing up compelled

to views for what is

the mighty rooftop

O' Wintery sweeps away

skies what do you do

after you get up from it

saying so everyday's the same good old flaw haunts await

for over the top

O' drumming moon

beats of deep ghosts past wisdom

causes early changes

that turns my absent

mind back to bed instead happy sunshine

I'm floored by you so why not know

it's carried unto many windows

half shut uncovered books

goes forth and scopes on great escapes

off the inside of pictures 

seeing the high wireless endlessly landing

in the breezy silence

we will still be alright although emptied

ye ole, ole spirits repines again over a hidden book

are you a hollow empty inhabitant if so

O' put out moreso of late

O' lets go over its colors so far around

in at least an hour alone

and methinks on that

finally the situation's core is rolling faster

mine could find yours is

here-to heavy mud which clung on

afterwards in the eyes outta water

glowing there words on dawns flung back open

turns real slow what's true why? real indeed

must needs burns without you

and methinks what's undone

does put in more absorbents if yours my hopes feel

deeply mine is just as well fits

lets us ride it on home a-sunbeam to me, my array of journeys to attend ye I love thee well pict

© 2025 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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