Sophia The Poet of Arcadia

(John 7: 37-39)

Sophia had been drinking liquid from many different rivers;

Cocytus, Phlegethon, Lethe, and particularly Acheron – 

And each new sip both burned, and brought chilling shivers;

Enslaved and suffering congelatio, to hypothermia a pawn.

Pursued and lost in savage, rough, stern, dark woods;

Enthralled and tormented, in the depths of a vile prison…

…Like Alighieri; saved by Virgil, Angelic, and Divine goods –

Like Redcrosse; by Arthur`s hand, returned and arisen.

Six carbon, two hydrogen, three nitrogen,

Six oxygen, one carbon, and three hydrogen;

Is the chemical composition of her dialogue,

Although, it`s shrouded in an analogous fog.

Through patience, Sophia is learning to achieve verbal valence;

And

Through assiduous pondering, each equation achieving balance.

Sophia knows that: plain allusions aid in overall appreciation and accessibility;

But

It is challenges – resolved: the facilitation of the congregations’ cerebral ability.

Sophia now decides to consume her aqua from a new source:

The streaming Euphrates, Hiddekel, Gihon, and Pison;

The spring of these heads is where her soul will siphon,

The only soothing solution to cure her spirit – which was hoarse.

Composed By: A. D.

A Brief Kiss From The Grey-Eyed Goddess

These verses begin in the mind, a dark space of jet and emptiness;

But, like the rising sun, which begins intersecting the horizon –

Its golden rays thawing the morning frost and blades frozen –

The composition (of this place) is filled with warmth and gladness.

Within a state of lonesome visibility,

She brought her visions of utter lucidity and bliss;

Such as in the unbroken tranquility,

The moments before two true lovers share a kiss.

Aphrodite may have her beauty and her aphrodisiac;

Which makes the average man (to you) an amnesiac –

To this poet, there is no allure more divine and perfect;

Than every sensual, arousing curvature of your intellect.

That passionate tension between two set of eyes,

The strange suspension of the time which (often) flies…

The axiom behind, the mathematics of conscious division;

Where two sets of sight, are reduced to one solitary vision…

Both rendered helpless, against the power passion supplies;

Their senses soaked in an amorous liquid, which never dries…

Controlled the chemical reaction, of the irrepressible decision;

Receptors stimulated, as the both connect, a captivating collision…

When our connection is made, all those prior moments are left in the past;

And to the instant the entire attention is focused – on her fervor, which is vast.

A mortal fastened here, with the third daughter of Zeus, enamoured and holding fast.

Composed By: A. D.