How sweet in the air it is on one day off

How sweet in the air it is on one day off

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

my only day off I forgets griefs and relax outta abode later on
for a while enjoying very much absorbing
for the most things just coffee and jelly toast 
and seeing you and me smiling and watching continues
a daydream dawn on the lawn breathes
my only day off nothing can convince me 
not nor in any ways otherwise so many as it is
just by the light of each other's smile red box you lucid broke
awhile the little things made it's always in there 
pleasant just from coffee and jelly toast 
and a feeling passes. heart's swellness is going up above 
the mighty ocean in them the little grains know deep
my only day off how sweet in the air it is 
in our eyes however way we keep of this day 
I'm hearing always, forever proven all that's sinking be ground
from somewhere a pudding lid looking at it surprises by echoes
again tells me what my reserves are answers turn around this seeks another season changes beginnings in the light of morning time stands let's still zooms long maybe connections
brightly they will come to drinking together kept
blossoms today's from sweet nothings
going back up in the day in times on us was no fuss speaking abouts another cake pulls on this cup every sip roses soft even if it's been a delightful garden I sees now the great escapes
the bright blue in the sky outta today here's to my health
my only day off been weeks and here it is falls plain eats green,
the birds are singing the bees are buzzing busy humming both with a word sent me to Sun returns warmth off
across something from their memories on boards holds torn between understanding that the gentle flowers 
unruffled untroubled by the breezes just divine tea
my only day off rolling faster over the sunshine down to boots
I go to the up most ways there from on patterns rather then
of roots to the branches utmost top
in the heart today's tomorrow's arrows windows space
I will show whereon narrows and clearer across  
on longer clothes spin within paper of last night 
saw no request just now wine tasting fine 
to this morning coffee and jelly toast 
then it is to walk and to pause to first places
onto a new breeze I foresees what's great is abstracts
the bright blue in the sky by and by blank cans we must condense today from sweet nothings justifies that crisper cleaner fades
with no label on it of poetry which is why tomorrow's better at winds been jeans tattered and frayed at book-ends.

© 2026 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on May 26, 2016
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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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ACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles.. more..