Inside the corridors of my mind <br />I feel the tight embrace of a friend <br />An upsetting presence – a haven of solace; an embrace that captures my soul <br />When poetry becomes the habitation of lies <br />And rhymes the elusion of rhythm, <br />The brook in my heart dries up and the juice in my brain abandons her parched and thirsty for finesse <br /> <br />A robin is hatched to sing and a bell is made to ring <br />I was born for the glory of words and the valour of fables <br />I awaken out of ink and parchment tales unheard of and adventures so luring <br />Now I abandon contentment and leave forlorn the thrills of penmanship <br />My comfort lies in the still stillness of a blank sheet and a dry felt tip. <br /> <br />Behold the dawn of silent poetry <br />The loud oratory of the grave <br />The great silence in a poet’s heart <br />Now I lay my pen down to think, hoping one day I will write again the silent poetry of silence – the masterpiece of the silent poet<br /><br />Rafael Yaw Kumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silent-poem/
