Re-Naissance Woman Poem by Hela Tekali

Emerging
from the deepest recesses
of sadness and pain
A portrait of a cruel paradox.
Through the dark and cold
herheart forever rhymes
the melody of every memory
keeping her alive
in her bereaved grave.

Every teardrop flowing
from her wounded soul
inking a wonderful love
though a woeful nightmare
it has become...
Through the debris and thorns
Through the winds and storms
penning her heart in the rain
she helped herself up
by the grace of God...

Out from her somber cocoon
She emerged...
The Poetess she is called...
Like a renaissance woman
of the times
of Platos, Socrates and Aristotle

She emerges from Plato's Cave,
After she was buried in her grave
For a Re -naissance of a Spirit ofLight
she craves
A revival of Ancient Greek and its inspiring
wave.
His earth caressed her nature
Her shadow dissolves in His Light
Living love carved in wisdom,she
becomes mature
And woven into each other's hearts.
Wisdom flourishes by clear insight
Aristotle's poetics inspires her soft heart
She saw in poetry the weaves of Sunlight
Emerging from her cocooned grave to see
the first rays of daylight.

For the poet is Light,a Winged and Holy
thing
Inspires her soul, to Socrates 's genius she
stings
She hears the sad song the drop of dew
brings
And out of her grave and mental
lamentation, to the ocean of happiness her
spirit of light clings.

Hela Tekali