(Spoken of it) We have no umbrella

too many concepts
too many forms
Oh, of this picture in other Worlds
it often matters not
When the cliffs are all Worn out nets
makes their Way back, Hey ! is this all dismay'd ?
of flies before they Were almost clear
as days for either sides dails a poem up new
numbers letters

felt of your's, in Went like sugar satisfies a dose, wow! Honey
to plants ready romance foot's on downhill climb well
one or two coats on poles
souls keeps onwards holes With
Moving signs in crowds of crows
in the Wooded fields connects
O' the fine points appears precisely
there's the lost creeks inside My head
Do you realize how We are hearts
thence, Won't draw better We're into bones here
I got your back, your foreground now
off and on from those who through and through
What's up beneath understanding me struggles
long held in the Wind between us I leaps up
all's done, all's gone so swell
this I've saw, gotta be art, let's go, let's get to those crates a mouse;
Wooden recorder situations plays
indirect, Hobo my cat blunders in hurt
Better yet heart and soul body and mind
Round a table that turns
Where-ever you are at
a-path a-void says you are liked
Who knew bright
not how you might be paper white blank free from
The yellow hammer O' mist
too much grew hot beyond me clouds brought on
in a-mad dash returns it soon
They can't see the rest can't explain that what
I gotta be up there
Where? That's grasp abouts unfolds
felt of mine, in Went like salt
memories are a dose taken
to no holds Where-on rails
outta me, Water Works; Then collects
Won't log off up-on all afterwards connects
it's still a blue ocean round most dear one
standing there so tall
compared to the trees
We lost how hollow truth is to you
shouldn't, or, Hasn't it been not a-real big chair
rises higher, and, We can get
just gonna gotta see memory know-how
togetherness in bloom
have to melt to the looks still
to the books around stands out
I saw it at once from those and us
Who, if any are, only marks be found marks
learned from them
of their inner-spots picks off
Before the flowers began again times
Will be, can be, forgets me so kindly
Ok, let's go, let's get; Forth, out-runs dark now
Drops in it's great pond
As I can, imagines how emotions
spins as more knots all day wonderful
I do, 'till I'm home
We have no umbrella

in being hereof lifting up wings
to comforts engraved lines
Watch them catch the sky
We're moving so fast to Where?
Wells then sketch ~ a-lot generates scenes
it's now for sleeping
I caught the Wooden bowl shoved to me
it ain't nobody's moods
My paint brushes ~ I got it ?
OH, I DON'T FIT IN ! See you thence new

a-part that hurts
you didn't need to do not nothing
a-fishing hook in it
and a-reading book
and tackles boxes foresee
Weeping under leaves & pockets; Chip's Ahoy
been like this ship is most away
because 'tis deep
to wash ashore
and it's gets much more special
anything else is wild
along the indoors effects are rather
Wets nights went online radiating tablets contains it
never the dimmer shadows land
the same Watering between the showers
at thence rides in the rain delights flowers real
Drops in alongside by turning away forms
in Fall the Ways brightly over
Oh, can't even go though we know
it's so steep'd upon
through and through
Who fell exerts more
fully Spaces Within sends things to do
embraces those up on
Walls of storms comforts
dark islands of grounds green
changes your visions of old cares
I owe my love born of dates
to shapes onto beaten paths
looking on gets cold to heat up
Oh, so really far out remedies me
warm words long brews
better We're into heart & songs
stove and scraps later on, what if?
Where so ? Some day goes
from the stars forgot
stairs, steps on
closes and traps rocks deep
at long last difficult
in my hands calls almost reads
We must see it again
for pouring down hard rain
bends a stream in it
and, What is it ? and,
What if ? ever mistakes My own birds shake
darkening down, let's make it
in a-stone, in a-crazy breakage from lighters
sounds causes books; I've sawed zeroes saved up
clears My own heads up
at care
homeward bound hard to find,
at floor, at foot.
deep of blues amuses nearby
displays bridges, puts it there ! Open fields
Way up soaring high
before of our love enbrightens
to instill eyes altering events
that the map it cannot depict, Oh,
Will it ? ever mistakes My own birds shake
this I've saw, be robs art, let's go, let's get
Woods to railroads replaced
a-path, a-void for visits so far away
drew not no more stars forgot
by my own
long-drawn day aside
in thee most complex sweeps spaces
tight ends
thus so sends one's notes around again on
all's done, all's gone
in the beats between the sheets
I think it's going alright
starts Within stars counts until ends
Without made a-mix
lives on
Waywards as it is changes later on and anxious
a-bit
so far better
We're into heart
oh, the dark lowers its lights
ain't it nice to have some sticks true
I think I'm going to miss this one
out

too many concepts
too many forms
Oh, of this picture
instant in other Words
it often matters
When the cliffs are all Worn out
makes their Way back, Hey ! is this all dismay'd ?
of flies before tails
they Were almost clear
as days
for either sides
dails a poem up

starts Within ends Without
obvious choices
we have
lays it out to Watch me as
My insides
flew along
later on
untangles a-tread
upon spaces there
Wherein
What I saw, be robs art, let's go, let's get to,
Wooden recorders situation plays
indirect, Hobo my cat blunders in hurt
Where-ever you are at
a-path, a-void for Wishes sat Well they say
jumping on at dawn fades misty off into the past
eventually everything Will fit
it
ain't nobody's moods
My paint brushes ~ I gets it ?
the fine point is
long at last
it'll passes
picks it up
Oh, really Will, Wait ! Why ?
for Wants pouring rainstorms
drips syrup to fields
O' the points appears
as spears
although it's just been there
on two beams ever throughout hopes
in the dark around it here
it's just been thereby Well's
Wish
becomes real love
clearly in circles of these hills
AH, GLAD BUCKETFULS!
What I didn't know
tomorrow is twice over nights in all
of our own Wings
don't forsake it or in the air
We have no umbrella lifting us
a-fresh start
so discard'd cast'd about
maybe no doubt
Moving a hole inside-out
got a Way back in there
Oh, soft moon that aches
for better or Worse
brakes on, off, because of colors
don"t go
but that of
yellowed canvas this
you loves Won't go
so unseen Spring's up allures us in
I just ignored
the sky awhiles
winds blow
lacks something more
completed by no means again
just in case there is loops closed
persistent in times to be
recommended for me it's sure
I'm thinking here instead of any drops falling under
beneath textures
and/or anything more
else that starts so
let's go, let's get, fill'd in fast, sometimes it's next to us grows
feels out
What's up & up 'til then & on
Changes your vision shines
I owe My love to shapes on beaten paths
composed
looking on gets cold
Oh, so really far out remedies me
Warm
better We're into hearts
stoves and scraps later on
Cool ! awkwardly just saying, What if?
Where so ? some parts
from the stars forgot
stairs, steps
closed and trap rock deep
Oh, Wasn't it at long last in your hands
so should you first or I
share in one another's real chair

too many concepts
too many forms
Oh, of this picture in other Words
it often matters
When the cliffs are all Worn out
Makes their Way back, hey ! is this all dismay'd ?
of flies before they Were almost clear
as days for either sides dails a poem up

felt of your's, in Went like sugar satisfies a dose
to plants ready romance foot's on downhill
one or two coats on
souls keep on Moving signs
in the Wooded fields
Do you realize how We gets high
then, aways Won't draw me O' not I,
better We're into heart
off and on from those through and through.
What's up beneath understanding me
long held in the Wind
all's done, all's gone
this I saw, be art, let's go, let's get,
Wooden recorders situation plays
indirect, Hobo my cat blunders in hurt
Where ever you are at
a-path a-void says Who knew
not how you might be
too much grew above clouds brought on
in a-mad dash returns it
They can't the rest explains that
I gotta be up there
What ? That grasp unfolds
felt of mine, in Went like salt memories a dose
to no holds on outta me Works; Then
Won't log off upon afterwards
it's still a-blue ocean round
standing there in tall
compared to the trees
We lost how hollow truth is
make hay, hasn't it not a-real chair
rises higher, and, We can
just gonna together
have to melt to the looks
to the books around
I saw it at once from those
Who, if any are, only marks be found
of their inner-spots picks
Before the flowers began again
Will be, can be, forgets me
ok, let's go, let's get; Forth
As We can, outruns dark now
Drops in it's great
As We can, imagines how
spins as more knots all day
to do, 'till home
We have no umbrella

Reviews

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Again, another complex and interestingly written, Robert....

Too many concepts and too many forms.....the defining point i take from your words here. An intriguing write, as always.

[Donna]

This is a very cute poem!