Some of you who visit here on occasion may notice that the site is titled "Poetical Wax". You may further notice, that the web address is "poetsinsight". And if you look at the title bar, you will see the description "Writings". Finally, given those three facts, you may notice that there are remarkably few poems on here. I go through spells of poetry. Some of what I write is good, much of it sucks far too much to ever be shown in public. When I started this blog, I tried to alternate my entries, one post of a picture, and then one of a poem or story. But it has become apparent to me that in the eyes of my faithful viewers, I am better at photography than I am at writing, so, being the compliment whore that I am, I have pretty much given up on posting poetry of late. However, in keeping with the spirit of the titlle of this blog, I am finally posting a new poem. Well... not entirely new. I mean, I wrote this nearly a year ago. It's a tribute to my dear friend Delena, who, not to put too fine of a point on it, saved my life about 5 years ago. Thanks, D.
Of Olive Skin and Raven Hair
Of olive skin and raven hair
Dark eyes see more deeply than the heart would dare
Glimpsing more in one life than many could bear
She turns her gaze on him
Eyes that sparkle in their deepening scan
Follow into the soul of a mere mortal man
Finding blackness unsightly as the face of Pan
Her comely face turns grim
The man...
Walls built high, not to keep others out
But to keep himself in when his heart fills with doubt
Failing to see what his life is about
He hides deep in his hole
Her struggles are different, yet somehow the same
Each finding the fault in their own selves to blame
Forgetting to move on and let go of the shame
Of childhood that they stole
The woman…
Standing alone, above the din
On the edge of the darkness, peering in
Above the masses, absolved of sin
She registers his strife
A woman of passion, a woman of love
The strength of an eagle, the grace of a dove
A beauty that rivals the angels above
She steps into his life
At once the darkness begins to fade
A glow settles in where the hole has been made
Each day growing stronger, eclipsing the shade
He finds the light above
All from one woman, standing alone
With compassion and wisdom beyond any known
Tearing through walls made of fire and stone
With kindness born of love
