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
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