HELA TEKALI
The Emerson's
Quintessence
The beauty of
nature she has appreciated
From a vain or
shallow thought,
On the distant
hills she has forever praised
Wandering to
upper air that seems remote.
The spirit of
Emerson, his muse divine
His words
strumming like music in her ear
Falling under the
spell of their romantic line
Their
transcendental landscape so dear.
Quintessence of
silence and sunbeams
A moon celestial
ray around the sky,
Her oversoul
aligned with nature seems
Speaking to her muse
with a piercing eye.
Sea - winds gazed
upon her solitude,
Chasing the waves
of her idealistic lines
With a color of
romance infused in her mood
Turning the sky
and the earth with charm divine.
Sweet to her that
temple within,
Wiser than any
human seer
She sought the
road away from the original sin
Her poet mute she
could hear.
Keen is her
sense, her heart is her guide
Making the spring
season proud and sweet
Flowers that
bloom -she catches their pride
Peace prevails as
she with her oversoul meet.
Stealing grace
from Emerson's praise
Climbing the
stair of love as a self of purer clay
Ascending the sky
and earth beyond space
Through the dim
thought she met a new day.
Beauty of nature
will never be a waste
As she gazed upon
the Sun and Moon
Her heart abode
will be her promised fate
The largest part
within her, arising soon .
She saw in
Shakespeare her Sonnet of love
In Emerson's
quintessence a new passion
Inking
Romanticism and Idealism as a pure dove
Arising from the
ashes with a reborn emotion.
Jenayah Hela Tekali
My Beloved's
Grave
To his grave I
have gone
to bid him a last
farewell
He arose from his
deathbed like
the morning Sun
To reassure me he
was well.
I rushed to where
he was sleeping
To mumble my
words of passion
Half-awake and a
little bit slumbering
I couldn't keep
control of my strong
emotion.
His arms were
spread as he waved at me with his hand
His bereaved
grave looked like a golden temple
With multiflorous
flowers whose scent I couldn't withstand
As they professed
a honeyed smell so sweet and humble.
In this softness
of the sweet sunrise
and the
refreshing fragrant air
I could hear him
whispering like a shaft of morning breeze.
' Oh, my love in
my dream you shall ever be your memory is as intense as those placid
seas.'
Sooner as I
touched my Beloved's face
He stared at me
from his bereaved grave
I realized that
this morning mist
was no more than
a glimpse of his grace
propelling me to
keep still silent and brave.
The Art Of The
Fireflies
A Shakespearean
Sonnet
Thou art as
beauteous, so as thine heart
As those
fireflies that flutter their wings,
With thy music to
fine ears yields its part
With flashes of
light the firefly sings
A quest of
thoughts, all sweet to thy dear face
Thy clear eye, and
to thy dear heart's part,
A luminous shade
piercing thy crystal grace
Probing the
inward love of thy pure heart
How to squeeze
the mere thoughts at thy sight
Mine eye and
heart are at an endless war,
The firefly's
wings cannot reach thy height
Mine eye and
heart that picture sight would bar
I carved thee,
thine heart's eye is not mine,
With fireflies, I
paint thee like the divine.
Jenayah Hela Tekali
copyright 19/ 01/ 21
HELA TEKALI
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