I holds near to be off the shelf

I holds near to be

off the shelf

forget the mess

my designs evolve spaces

the lake's bluer murk brings enough up

to remember very well

falls under me

usually webs therein lines

threads leaving

all underneath unites

passages, surprises

of our next times rests & satisfies

is felt vast

to get to another

on the day anything

however so to forget

I suppose so looking

sounding all alike

if ever-so

what now will it be

I will call it in turns

in-throughout changes

in terms of poems

I have this dawn

to push back for

more something else

what I sees

and let it

seem so no waste of space

this great adventure

elusive one's spirit is

under one's feet

I can't wait for,

in the thicket

of your remark.

elevates

at no end, oh

my outburst to be

in the impulse

of morning

and brakes sunlight in

moving over

the surface

to most moments

we went in glory, gloryland

whiles we're all bare and be

climbing inside the water

beneath we are

turning faster

posted in a window lost

pushing against

the shades

we are in this together

rain and wind

and heavy storms of

times spinning amongst

the poles so far

I holds near to be

off the shelf

and invisible hands

are glaring from names said

moving it over 

on a-big book unheard

in the distance

a-secret message

hits home

and discovers

go thru the clouds

follows the heart

follows then the nose

to means

many scattered

to know now how

without ear-buds on

to unfold the smell

a-sweet blank

thinking on

Old thought, New thought, No thought had

again and again soothes

the lilies silvery afloats abouts

here so awesome

feels like new to you

feels like new to me

feels I owes you a-word

to whom

gets there first

or it's for the birds two real

on the road thusly

rolls no-where as

the confused pairs thinking

on the roof

from someplace

redoing this

after can resist

I wanders on

what was visions

bending ahead

here I come to

there I go

as I am mostly

as it's been lately,

we barely notices it.

poets dive deep

in an open field

flowers float all alike

but not necessary 

if ever-so

and my wildest goes

then was

a-specter

a-dream to watch the weather

endlessly it has become what

pigeons on a-big parade

waking up

flies on, keeps on

until you're on

your way

running down

finds & sends, extends,

oh, descends now

inward, outward

everything's emotions

dreamt about

be moved over it

faster through

a-circular leaf

that's slipping upon

surpasses to what?

impresses to whom?

forgets the mess

it may bring us

beautiful clouds about colours

the lake's bluer murk brings enough up

to remember very well

do I know

what I did some say

that's really deep

I don't know

what is it really rolling above

relieving me

save the thunder

I got thunder calling

perhaps no go thru

like, infusion, confusion

am still a torch

pushing against it

the shades

on the other sides

when below exit is left

on the moon flows

further inside are portions clear 

 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Robert Robbie Dudley,
I holds near to be off the shelf" Life is just spinning in this poem! I found your free form thought connected with experience and a connection within relationship to be beautiful! The words brought to life your feelings connected to one another in a way that many can understand as life feels just the way you have portrayed it here. (At least for me at times) Bless you in you life and writing.....................Kathy