From Birth To Hearse

From Birth to Hearse ‘Tis said that we are sinners - all before we ever rise - we fall. Is there no way to beat the curse that follows us - from birth - to hearse? For we are bathed in living’s dreams darkened halls with violet themes, the orange maw of changelings hue transfiguring through greens – to blue, windblown brushstroke-fashioned clouds move about in eerie shrouds opalescent shifting reds glistening through tartan threads. Witness, as in the timeless nest, the crimson golds of sunrise – set, cling to horizon’s blue-edged lie that colors – separate - the sky. Distorted by the muted browns the shifting dunes of opal gowns flowing in chimeral white across the darkened stage - of sight. ‘Tis said we are and will be dust colors changed by living’s touch, beauty that reversed the curse that follows us - from birth – to hearse. 8/1/2014 For Charlotte Puddifoot Vibrant Verse 2 poetry contest