Running River Will Yet Have Starlight

Running River Will Yet Have Starlight

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Over sudden stops
Surface rolls over mainly by frames
Flowers stay'd over lands
Sudden starts
Old story in a-story nor to stormy,
My stuff everywheres.
Survival from free got scenes before
Me compares & lots will shudder
What's new life stirs me
An echo rain beyond hidden wind swiftly go;
Pulls as harder
Push'd in
So profound & beings
Stones last & how fading
Delights ?
Thee likes it set without covers or net;
Unto as pebbles
By these ravens
I insist'd was to insights,
Readjust'd
Then follows old throws for chairs & sinks
Gleaming ahead
Not to drown out,
Now, that underneath discerns some sense.
Drew as ponder
Gotta catch the flow better, if, from, you
Windowsills to horizons to us
Cart'd on a-grand entrance high a-jar lids
Innermost fruits
Broke ends
There afore glasses are
Everywheres
Goes on atop
I need glasses to find glasses
Is this inwards dew befell'd we
Like a-teardrop
Unto as boulders
Unbeknownst to us
The Fall is well a-wet end & a-good day
Withstood asides,
Running river will yet have starlight.
I will like it refin'd that way
A-poem by the water
Kept it a-great beam had worlds
Much dust works to hesitate
Round'd on ceilings lower'd with light
Follow the sky
Worn clearly
Brightly at sailing
Mountain's pretty room
I just paint'd a-way
Going out betook place
In all directions back.




© 2024 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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I'm still pondering all your ponders.

Posted 2 Years Ago


"Now, that underneath discerns some sense.
Drew as ponder"

Posted 2 Years Ago


"Follow the sky
Worn clearly
Brightly at sailing"

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Added on December 3, 2021
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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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