Justin Bordner Poet Romanticism

We, Community of Weathered Communication -

We talk about the sacred,
places ancient as fire, palaces divine in quagmire,
getting lost in footsteps of artistic archaeology, 
uprooting ghosts in structure's facings,

We want to know why knowledge is forbidden outside the skin
of nourishment's tastings,
pineing for the verbotten dialect of perfect sin,
needing to understand why boats become skuttled in sands of dread,
asking why it seems angels along with demons our confusion conspire,

Staring into faces of stone like children seeing new color,
wondering if those rigid lips will ever confess  a crime that We could forgive,
is there rhyme in love haunted by punished valor,
could there be trust established in harmony with ambition refusing to give,
communicating as birds before the malstrom
for directions to the shelter that made Time begin in form when thunder rung,
running into the genesis of Life & Death We trumpet like heros
congratulating each other for finding beauty in burdensome burrows -

J.A.B.  Dedicated to all community builders -

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Laura Breidenthal August 21, 2012 at 10:27 PM Loved every word. It has been both a pleasure and an enlightenment reading your work. Always, Laura Justin Bordner August 23, 2012 at 4:43 PM the reward to me from the work I produce with the inspiration of Providence is to have amazing artists like you Laura feel and or know that we, together can rise above ignorance and apathy to make this planet a better place for life to dwell - thank you - J.A.B.

Michelle Mac Donald August 3, 2012 at 6:16 PM Loving the last line, Justin!:) Maybe a place having it's own ecosystem? Certainly some 'weathered communication" happens...bright & sunny, cloudy, still and silent, or storms that can be electrifying. Are we like the barometers of these 'weathered' reports? Best wishes, Mikki :) Justin Bordner August 5, 2012 at 11:00 PM We are the folks who care about uplifting the heart & mind to greater truth, broader awareness Mikki - I'm all about electricity my friend; an appropriate metaphor you employ here,barometers - thanks - J.A.B.

Anne P. Murray July 28, 2012 at 12:58 PM Powerful write Justin "could there be trust established in harmony with ambition refusing to give" A very meaningful poignant sentence. Oh, but if we, the all of humanity of God's Earth could only see beyond our own egos and selfish needs...would not we all be a better Adam & Eve Justin Bordner July 30, 2012 at 5:54 PM Beautifully poetic statement Anne! I love your mind! J.A.B.

Brenda Atry July 27, 2012 at 4:34 PM Poetry Soup is the concert hall where we can audition our symphonies to a appreciative audience. You create beautiful music! Justin Bordner July 27, 2012 at 10:58 PM Brenda you are indubitably one of the Great Lights in this gallery and I am ecstatic that you find music in my craft work! Your poetry has so much purpose,so much spirit,I love it! J.A.B.

Poet Destroyer A July 26, 2012 at 11:29 PM Hi Justin, it takes a lot of heart to recognize all of the above... i can't imagine life without communication... great poem..xox~pd Justin Bordner July 27, 2012 at 12:19 PM Heart is what I am made of PD.,you as well -I don't see how communication could live without you my Sphinx - J.A.B. %