Poet’s mind

We grapple beyond words

To the silence that is

Brimful of meaning and feeling

Words unsaid,promises never made

We flow in the same vein

Better still

We search in our speech

For words deep as the soul is still

That will spell our thoughts

In the silence of our smiles

We do not need these jaggered words

That pierce the heart when spoken

There is no room in our cup

For these acidic words of sarcasm

That corrode sensitivity

Words conqured

Will express experiences; meant

Felt

Shared

In the silence of our souls.

By; Comfort Unoda Lekgaba