So my dear friend Janet suggested I post this poem because she liked the change of mood from restless, angry and resentful to quiet and thoughtful. What a great way to bring me back to my blog on a regular basis. All through the winter I have been writing poetry. The spirit of poetry must be growing more intense because I have had a request from Guadeamus Children's choir in George Town to perhaps use some of my poetry in their show. More on that if it happens. Then yesterday, I spoke to one of the doyens of Ghanaian poetry (quite by chance on Skype), Prof. Atukwei Okai. We discussed his poem Rhododendrons. I tell you, poetry is in the air. Enjoy.
Golden
Silence is not always golden
Sometimes it’s tight and airless
Like shrink-wrap
Stifling life
Silence is not always golden
Sometimes it’s sluggish and dull
Like sludge
Passively aggressive
Silence is not always golden
Sometimes it’s hollow and empty
Like hunger
Filled with cowardice
Silence is not always golden
Sometimes it’s murky and vengeful
Like bile
Plotting murder
But
Silence can be golden
Giving room for faith and hope
In choosing silence, go for gold:
Temperate, patient and forgiving
If your silence holds no gold
Then find the golden in your words
Express your truth, communicate
Find solutions; live life well.