Dear you, do not brave sound and device
To promulgate some that would suffice
A grain of sand from far is blurred
As are you a far off word
This gift carried by southern winds
The impetus, dear you, begins.
Drift alongside an inland channel
On a wave of canton flannel
Obligated, dear you, for your transgression
All at once, you give your confession
In darkness gaze into black waters
Smell the fear of disparate daughters.
Do not move lest he sees you
Softly worn, don the darkest hue
Hide from him in desperately plain view
He is the beast befitting you
Remove the chains beneath the veil
By any means freedoms entail.
This life, dear you, will repeat
Again, once more indiscreet
Moderate change so complete
Chatter answering all the while
Dear you, beguiling dangers with a smile
Mastering fertile expressive style.
Revel now tomorrow is delayed
Archaic stratagem pointlessly betrayed
Bound, imprisoned, conduct decayed
Depleted lifestyle, options weighed
Dear you, monumental tasks in store
For no reason chances are at the fore.
Luck is a bargain you cannot persuade
Resolve, dear you, for fortune displayed
Hesitation aside, a forbidden cascade
Of events degraded, you know are manmade
Start over again, return with a following
Truth is too big a pill for swallowing.
Dear you have spent nearly enough
You are complicit, playing it rough
A preamble to a mistaken rebuff
Remember, dear you, your country invaded
A cacophony of lies, exposed and paraded
Dissolution, dear you, cleverly unaided.
Timelessly seeking dominion and wealth
Those who conspire with cunning and stealth
Shut down before incipient wasting of health
Dear you, can you not see the rendering
On history’s wall generations surrendering
Beseeching the importance of remembering?
Far above the sky refused closing
Torrents of rain, water quickly disclosing
Martyrs and simpletons, all decomposing
Stand firm, dear you, and face your accusers
Dirges resounding, drowning abusers
Retreating as the tide, so seem the losers.
Proclaim the resurrection of simpler ages
Assembling the body of ancient sages
Projecting wisdom, suppressing rages
Preserving letters on limestone pages
Dear you, are you the one we are seeking
Resurrected in a manner of speaking?
Forgive us now for what we uncover
There is probably nothing to discover
A wasted life terminated prematurely
Beginning late and ending early
Astonishing, so many lives you have shed
Dear you, should we look back or ahead?
DPChallenge: Time for Poetry