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The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -14

Many men and women have tried to ruin me,
but I am like quartz that cannot be removed
from the bedrock of my blessings,
I'll tell you, you haven't lived
until you've been imprisoned in a den of gaunt lions,
it'll test your faith to say the least,
dream decoding is my forte
my Mother said that I was born with my eyes closed
and that my first words were...sleep see...
at this very moment I am
writing an interpretation of a very quaint dream,

A man is walking confidently and quickly
through a cold bright moonlight,
although alone he feels the spirit of Choice behind him,
the path of his whispering passion
leads him to the edge of a stiff cliff,
he looks to his hands as if to judge them,
in his left hand is a pearl, in his right a gold coin,
one of the two must be chosen
the other thrown below,
he weighs their worth
pauses like a panther
and flicks the coin into the cool abyss...

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2017

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Alesia Leach Date: 5/23/2025 5:24:00 PM This piece pulses with mythic resilience--like scripture written in quartz and shadow. “Sleep see” as a first utterance? Chillingly perfect. And that dream--“pauses like a panther”--feels like a parable drawn from soul marrow. You don’t just write visions, Justin. You live them into poetry. Login to Reply Justin Bordner Date: 5/24/2025 3:34:00 PM Thank you Poetess...your passionate understanding is a prize. We embody what we write, and write what we embody...it can be no other way.

Laura Breidenthal Date: 9/23/2017 2:03:00 AM Im recalling the story of Daniel, a fearless and faithful prophet in the face of adversity, who revealed such bizarre and memorable prophesy to foes and friends...his interpretation here evokes such an exquisite scene in my mind. The pearl he keeps...a perfect choice....im enthralled. Always, Laura Login to Reply Justin Bordner Date: 10/5/2017 6:38:00 PM The drama of our dreams beseech to enthrall us my clever Poetess...I felt as though the Daniel of Michelangelo's brushstroke wants to speak to the visitor in a nonchalant effort, sharing with those entering his preoccupied presence meaningful anecdotes of his turbulent life in a casual way, while undistracted from his work. While creating the dream of which he shares I thought it would be neat to provide an intriguing dream which remains uninterprated, therefore procuring a more real connection with the Prophet,his gift, and the reader. I believe that I succeeded. Your input stimulates me Laura...J.A.B.