White blended into black.

White blended into black.
Born out of the wet darkness of a womb,
then pulled into a glaring sterile room,
so pure, and sweetly scented, pale white skin,
contains a precious soul, unflawed and fresh.
till we exit in the blackness of a tomb,
pressed tight between white satin, and perfumed,
to hide the stench of death, they seal us in,
till soon with mother earth again we mesh.

For all that lies between these points is white
unpainted canvas for blood, sweat, and tears,
where images are splashed, both day and night
some leaked, or wept as we share joys and fears
white teeth,
white bones,
whites of our eyes expose
our smiles, postures, and what each pupil knows,
each day granted to study makes it clear
that life is a blank paper where ink spilled,
will eulogize our passing when life's stilled
as white blends into,
black earth gently tilled.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

Wow, this was absolutely amazing. You take the reader on a journey from birth in all of it's innocence, to death when we are marred, scarred, and polluted by all of life's twists and turns. Your descriptions effect not only the mind's eye, but its nose and sense of touch as well. Beautiful work Minstrel, this is going in my library.

[Mary Bosworth]

This is so imaginative and contains meaningfulness. A wonderful write. Your talents shine