Dust To Dust We Go Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Dawn sees fame doused, seized day may flame no more.
Unravelled beliefs, untraced space, dust rusts fun,
Sunburst, terse, tamed, low aim, high blame, death won.
Torn bloom, bud shorn, entombs fair name - doom's door.
Thorn trims crow caw, pride rides no more, life's law..
Once power's brief hour's debriefed grief mocks race run.
Dunce - shun tower chimes' rite, noon whores' lust, gest stun.
Unworthy frame, worn, frays, end-game score's flaw.
Scorn's poured on unmourned poor so proud before.
Trip, [t]ripped up, tunnel turns, limelight dims dun.
Won flower rimes, hour grimes,  Quest jest, gest? none!
End: friend forlorn, unborne, faith wraith for sure.

Glory for soul, some say life sends gold key,
Or we poor, sole, dumb pray strife ends: goal flee.

28 April 2009 revised 11 April 2015 revised 1 July 2021
final couplet all syllables rhyme

Purely coincidentally adding the First letter to the last letter the acrostic is altered from DUST TO DUST WE GO to DUST TO DUST WE GOD

for previous versions see below



DUST TO DUST WE GO
Dawn sees fame doused, seized day may flame no more.
Undone brief space, trace grief reefed, dust bests fun,
Sunburst's terse rhyme. Night's certain. Rust rests run.
Torn bloom, aims shorn, entombs fair name now poor.
Thorn store shames crow caw, claims tamed, humbled core.
Once spun power mimes fight, loon scores crust, jest done.
Dunce - shun tower chimes' rite, noon whores' lust, gest stun.
Unpure frame, worn, frays, pays, end-game shows flaw.
Scorn's poured on unmourned lame so proud before.

Trip, [t]ripped up, tunnel turns, limelight dims dun.
Won shone flower rimes, hour grimes, Quest jest? none!
End: forlorn, unborne, faith wraith for sure.
Glory for soul, some say life sends gold key,
Or we poor, sole, dumb pray strife ends, goal flee.

28 April 2009 revised 11 April 2015

for previous version see below

DUST TO DUST WE GO
Dawn saw fame borne away to flame no more
Undone our time, light's boon, for dust bests fun -
Sun's one hour rhyme, - night's soon sure, rust rests run.
Torn core, aims shorn, waylays true name so poor.
Thorn store shames born day's plays, few claim crow - chore
Once spun power mimes fight, loon scores crust, jest done.
Dunce - shun tower chimes' rite, noon whores' lust, gest stun.
Unpure frame, worn, frays, pays - too tame, shows flaw.
Scorn pour, lame mourn, praise phase new, game grows bore,

Turns tunnel dower, limelight's floor just crest dun.
Won shone flower rimes, trite croon caw bust, Quest? none!
End: forlorn blame gaze stays acclaim, slows roar.
Glory for soul, some say life sends gold key,
Or we poor, sole, dumb pray strife ends, goal flee.

28 April 2009 Acrostic Sonnet DUST TO DUST WE GO