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The Sprigs And Spirit Of Sistine -8

Transfixed by the thunderstorm of raining thorns
I taste the violet vapor that rises as smooth spirit
while my sensitive gaze garners generations of grief, 
for those that follow the Savior must suffer like the Savior
and so they shall, feel the iron of violent institutions
their sacrifice will be spectacular
amid emperors and paupers alike,
on my seat of Delphic dreams
divine light washes my fertile face
blond tresses wave from under the hood
of my cobalt cloak, my lap draped in glowing gold,
I hold unborn history in my hand,
my cherubs exhaust themselves
on the years foreshadowed...

J.A.B.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/19/2017 10:43:00 PM
These are really so intriguing. "my sensitive gaze garners generations of grief " These are immensely emotional lines depicting the figures of the art. I'll never forget and always be enamored by your unique expressions - "unborn history" being one of them. Always, Laura
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Justin Bordner
Date: 9/24/2017 6:02:00 PM
Yes Poetess, is that not the craft of Seers, to witness History in it's very conception. The comely Delphic Oracle is doing just that in Michelangelo's romantic rendition of her. I felt her foretelling the persecution of martyrs centuries before the coming of their Christ, making unequivocal allusion to the Roman Empire and it's penchant for criminal sport in the great Colosseum...J.A.B.