Melancholy of a Dreamer

A prayer's song exalts in a vale of transcendence, 

A muse; and ev'ry austere notion she does transgress

Reaching a spheric eminence i bestow'd credence

Exuding a benign aura, she wouldn't regress

 

Poetry without words, reveries without  sleeping:

Inherent to this Arcadia left to disdain

For me, yet viable, discern'd in th'whim of weeping 

But the zenith in this serene oppressed the profane

 

They descried a void within my hypnagogic cloud

Wherein th'efflux of streams act and diverge with the woe

A hegemon of love to which Man adherence vowed

And appeared unknown the dystopia of a foe

 

In complacency she persists to erect and say

Through God's effigy of good-creating: 'Thou too dids't'

Proved intrepid beyond platonic words in the sway

'tween Scylla and Charybdis to choose the path amidst

 

Her congenial essence in a lateral sojourn

Meshed with my zeal, yields a transient elegiac caprice

And mutates into the most loved woman i for yearn

In elation walks with me, as peers, the hems of peace

 

Our concord, to utterly abscind with the mundane

At the depletion of the lay, with my paltry state

 Her remote poignance elicits a tear so arcane

inept to scatter gleams through its spectrum or sedate

 

So, fallen to this sphere, engulfed by th'impious swells

It was dispelled, and she left an unheard wailing moan

Echoing through my fancy; fading my sentience tells 

I remained as i awoke, in solitude; alone

 

Jon Neathan, January 2015  

Ignis Fatuus

When sunrays glint t'ween rains of Wisteria at eventide

Then comes to mind her dainty shape, my coy heart did imbibe

While musing, arose, caused by grace that e'er her will abide

Those feelings my sciolism or stanza could not describe.

 

A Locus Amoenus, where the limpid waters cascade

A halcyon enchanting place, where the raindrops glisten

Emit her scintillating onyx-like eyes, who pervade

Melodies of compelling beauty, i had to listen.

 

Bound by light, that in her velvet physiognomy lies

Deluged by passion's waves, issuing nescience of my fate

I saw aloofness; my infatuated state denies.

Still, that enigmatic ethos, to her it was innate.

 

Enticed i wand'red romancing of her comely aspect

When dusk submerged the placid pasture, while lying thereon

Sempiternal credence then arose, with nought to deflect

For a beatific life, endless with my doted upon.

 

Blinded of fruitless hope, embolden'd by coaxing light

And ogling that mute bloom of the supernal, it relies

Ensnared, to be allured, which was kismet on that dark night 

To deceitful moors of sentiment, and to my demise…

 

Jon Neathan, April 2015

  

A cavalier of the bourgeois

Distinct became even more

a rider's trot, filled with pride

seems a one that fealty swore

Dust of gold escorts the ride.

 

The sun's glory incarnate

he wants his poise to portend

and medals many, his aid

adorned him with that intent.

 

Aimless in one point of view

in another, obdurate

still diffuse like morning dew

the goals he'd inaugurate.

 

He wore his lavish armour

like bein' bound in deep amour

to deemed skills of flying high

yet its gold would blind his eye

 

Steps tramplin' poor man's hovel

scornin' when beggars grovel

in that way lusts were pursued

as with the beast he'd collude.

 

Grand scen'ries crossed with steady

blaring pace; it's how he roams

the concrete sea, temple homes

while arm's burdn' grew heavy.

 

Slowed was then, as when he near'd

nature's mirror to the sky

his rush to clone his reveared

Tranquil yet, there waters lie.

 

There reflections bright, he found

his horse, quick, halted in fright

ran forth; thus the mighty knight

then fell helpless to the ground

 

Passed he soon, his steed astray

ne'er to tame anew one day

and return'd it not; what for?

Cos' distinct he was no more..

 

Jon Neathan, Jan. 2023, Rio de Janeiro 

Ontological Sonnet

Enthralled, thou tenet-autarch, stands thee strong

Complacent steps towards the penglai-crest

remain inane; abducts subdues along

For still, an infant needs the mother breast

 

Plebeian bows, the mighty brother's prize

extends mere orbit wealth, Timur's alike

Shall extant be, awe stanced, when scruple rise?

Volition, self-intrinsic on death's strike?

 

Erratic creeds avails the potent rule

Asserting sole dominion; ergo ‘is’

But haughty-wise proclaimed; a fleeting school

Appeal upon acumen; be 'mong this

Existence kept alive in God's recall

contrasts the sham-implant, that was so tall..

 

Jon Neathan, Nov. 2015