SILENT VOICE

SILENT VOICE The sun shines with broken seasonal rains And the wind blows all the year round Carrying with it sounds since silenced Upon the discharge of their inherited tasks Harvested crops found their way to the stomachs Through the filtered nature of tinted self Draped in a cloak of grey in smoggy screen The guardian of the sacred scroll dictates As I struggle to transmit with quill pen and ink Scribbling words with difficult manoeuvre These captured echoes of silence rumble through And circumvent the coloured world of orbs While my nimble fingers moved uncontrollably In all directions, in quest of style and denotation Words flow graciously from my mind as uyio ndobo

— t. reflexion, Apr 14, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript , It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics

Critiques

faerybeki

17 years 1 month ago

Really liked this! some

Really liked this! some gorgeous language and I feel akin to what I think you are expressing, oh the times when my pen struggles to keep up with the words flowing in my head! :) have to admit to being extremely interested in 'uyio ndobo', is there an English translation that doesn't lose the meaning for you? (not that i think you should change it in the poem, far from it!) great job! much love b x

t. reflexion

17 years 1 month ago

Uyio Ndobo...

is both a poem and a collection of poems I have posted on the site. I am working on a book 'Uyio Ndobo and other poems'. It is a little difficult to to get the equivalent in English. The closest to the meaning are sound of silence, echoes of silence or silent voice, but it represents the strong voice within me that becomes very clear when I am alone. It could be called the muse, the still small voice, voice of the soul or conscience. Thank you for the interest, the comments and for stopping by to read. Best wishes. T.

Seren

17 years ago

Lovely write

Heya ... Just found this one loved it liked the images it put in my mind ... Love and Light jaynee

t. reflexion

17 years ago

Thank you

This is an attempt to portray the plight of a writer whose mind is full of ideas, but finds it challenging to choose one and transform it into a poem, prose or play. It is an attempt to identify and capture the silent voice. Best wishes. T.