Dee
Does it take a man to do something doable?
Do the stars do the deed
or does destiny drive the drill?
I do not know the dirge of the doves
nor of the dew drops dangling from the dead leaf.
I disappear in my dark shadow.
There never was a day when death
did not dry its wings at my door.
I dare not die yet.
I have yet to dream.
Does the dying butterfly
drink the last drops of daylight
deeply?
I do not dare care.
I’m not done.
A day will drop by
when the days and dice of the devil
will refine and define
the dignity of dust.
Dustdevils will draw close,
drumming their dreary downcast heads,
and the dusky throngs of demons
will delight and drool.
The dirt of mankind will decay
and drown in the crowned
head of the devouring deep sea.
I will not drop then.
I will not claim defeat.
I will quell the doubts of my dual self.
I will draw my lips together
and say, “I’m not done.
I will do. I will do.”
Mine will be done.
Very interesting concept, very apt title for the poem. I love the illiteration, it’s used very creatively. Something like this is hard to write without making it sound a little forced but you’ve managed it well!
I never realized there were so many useful words that started with D, lol.
Sidra is right! It flows beautifully without the slightest allusion to the work that must have gone behind creating it.
Great work. Please, PLEASE write more poetry.
LOL…impressive! the alliteration does wonders…but somehow i found myself more interested in the dees instead of da poem itself! hehe…thats jsut me, IM SURE! lol..