A Long Slow Narrow Sunbeam Waiting Inside

A Long Slow Narrow Sunbeam Waiting Inside

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

How you sees me play whenever we starts up from within without faraway worn out nearby lines & fields
for a stretch and put on my shoes and walks you today alongsides I been daydreaming about doing, coloring, exploring beyond, gets heavy so don't let me down deep mark
on the worn ringing bells says, new ways
in the deepest living, darkest houses I sees over there Willow trees and the unrealistic ways won't fail me it's straight on course of notebooks, Gather up ye branches & swing what's inside? Around I found where-in wheneverso to go I softly throw it back and forth Spring's again the same as we're once was real chances are as both well enuff with the trains set out but yet home can I still smile only to weep sad one time just the same fate as always as always deeper partake and you ran make it right away over to the soft white light of the forest floor its soft surface squar'd off on fields into yours turns away I'm breakin' hinder back by my mark how much to seek the same lake I knew it brought something felt about that what couldn't be but then we always Reeling in the wind been weeping, bending, enclosed and so on and so on what thought? Wonders further Was distance the first signs discover'd alongsides forever is to this leash a long slow wider feather & tether'd to a narrow sunbeam waiting inside kindly it's been on hand as glad as glad is mine a-shoreline seen by every flower toss'd
to the last fellow and the last dog passing speaks throughout thee woodlands we will go soon indeed moon shone on a-streamline train over
it's almost as islands of bridges
looms around senses so far and wide waking up early morning to comprehends there-on sings
there as nature's wild things are both well enuff with the train sets out there on by high hopes O' how so below now we go sweetly running on counts

for us, besetting off alarms, we begat by neat lights switch'd on, some I can get one up the wind blows thru
and put on my shoes so I can get on up 
and put on my shoes so I could get on up 
and put on my shoes and walk you further on pause/play/record me
I sees my noble face Pit Bull you're stepping it up outside faster O lately seeing over it when the day's spurt is up abounds to now I won't forget
to have new boots I have new boots, too, one pair for you, let's go take, Ah, look ! Heart's here, there alongsides

All throughout the abandon'd old home signs unknown and known to us abouts mostly what's underneath we found my marbles
and can I still smile or is it still true, I see rightly so, who can be, there, too soon
so whom would care anyways ? 
As we is but walking to the ways of bye & bye this side with so the heart and soul cries alike having some part at pause/play/record you
we're gone a-fishin' or a-fetchin' always quick, wherefore within without a stick winding-up winding-down, stops, checks, clocks
sat, sweated best waited takes on board
before it gets too dark I know you wonder what happen'd, come on, let's go
for next life after this feels better Brute let's look to say it's so and we both advert'd knows backward beyond the backyard that's what's up as odes as clouds as winds, can imagine it all
ours left needs right to laugh much abouts a-life a-love if thereof tugs at those knots that shrouds over alike hugs to the sunshine as Super Grover gone to go up, onto one cold morning playful
done in many, many, times told me so

Ooo...Wow! You know my meters my royal muse my bottomless Pit Bull & you did, can eat all my bait and you thought maybe insides that shoulder bag I carried, too, food ? 

© 2025 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on May 25, 2016
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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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