Passionate Fragments That We Done So Far

Passionate Fragments That We Done So Far

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

In another's existence

in a distanced way

I remembered feeling well

removed I think so

about the first responses

I entices you I imagine so

to having a kiss unwrap

in crystal rain on the path

is it only me back

jumping the stream

I dared you while

walking we spoke in a dream now

this is all for all at least totally unlocalized

by my ways illuminated

tantalized didn't it a little bit

outreaches outshines

At night making it thru was is still shaded

around on poetic ups or downs 

to another artistic antic

painting abstract in the rest

still beholding open at day of the sea 

is my bottles breaking

won't i on ups or downs

don't cry feel beautiful so

thru out was is still mentally illin' glue thru

it's just me gone on the ways

I always did in the long

hole to run on ups or downs

the shore line shined

to make it thru out the rot

have to do for chances

fresh and whatnot for a-romance

than scenery I only got

unreality be at by a sea port

be at by a cork I dare the dark

spaces and time I risk

as still of your choice

of thier rejection of our reflection

in the action shared

in between placed out

between us and wasn't there some

things great in the message

I get I kept into writing 

into your eyes into you

into the storm defies

no tomorrow morning today

as still shinning anything

emote nowhere else

I wanna be in a blink

we embraced as we embraced

within tenderness at first writing

outpaced, outburst

ourselves within wild movements

of now to the tender

entanglements of here for

in the balance holds us best

Twisting logs turning

things lifts up them yesterdays

around appears our shells

then secured and warm

in hopes for tomorrow's morning

meeting better than it was

today as still shinning

beyond is this at that note

so knotted together

log cabin syrup we see us

both Into a soft edged binding

of heartstrings like in

the new way of course

the woven string of an elegant

tapestry becomes me

oh that was so worn

well a bright day on ups or downs

thru and thru all night streams

bending doesn't know

so knitted together

I takes off the paper

for your taped moonlights

deeply to the core

looking back over a far cry

mine had worded a tattered blanket

so hurry so how is that

I didn't say hi all day

so how you been happy in deeds

better in truths of once was is still

something does I thought it did

is that you elevations

above the river within this fire wide

Go gently blowing smoke

to prepare and wrote in a way to go

in a way at flight cancelling out

beyond struggling unsure

I grasp no sticks and stones

as yet some of mighty shorts includes

me as on each step through

an darkness strange

changes fast changes saves leaves

would let us parade

almost always if maybe need be

on another passage lost endless

Before the spade

in blackest night falls as still

filling digging sleeping restless

at last bringing fling it far wide

mind was is still unbroken

for a time in said

so i address the eternal

isn't it so ongoing maybe it will be

causes still ups or downs

silvery flowing moon of charm

what you solve only on

my swiftless sounds is more

overall on my poem unclear

as still back into wherever

everywhere unfailingly eyes to eyes

ears to ears streams

goes bending unavailingly

bringing wing it far out

was is still everything

for a time in sake less carefully

applied oh to take on 

of the seas a quick look at

it took remaining in and out

of shadows of smoke rings

alone reads more

thru and thru that

flows passionate fragments

that we done so far

© 2019 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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