FLUENT IN SILENCE
Silence has many forms.
Sometimes it protects.
Sometimes it connects.
Sometimes it carries what we are not ready to say.
And sometimes -it becomes the very thing that harms us.
This collection explores silence not as absence but as language.
A language learned, inherited, shared and,at times reclaimed.
These poems are not just about what is unsaid, but about what silence holds-love,fear, memory, power and choice.
-Nandipha Chibwe
To The Writer That Was
Oh, how I yearn
to awaken the writer in me—
to breathe life into these hands
that once crafted symphonies.
To let the artist break free
from her formal shell,
to summon the summer breeze
and let creativity swell.
But now my rhymes are rusty,
my rhythm misplaced—
the artist within me
a distant, fading trace.
Stories still linger,
quiet and unsure,
but where is my melody?
Where is the voice I knew before?
Where is the writer
who once poured her soul
into every word,
into every whole?
Have you been locked away,
my dear friend,
silenced by a mind
that could not comprehend?
Have you lost your way,
or are you hiding
from the light?
I call out to you—
return to me.
For without you,
life feels muted,
a colorless sea.
I miss the worlds
we built with words,
the hearts we touched,
the truths we stirred.
Each line a dance,
each phrase alive—
a quiet place
where we could thrive.
So come back to me,
dear writer,
come back and stay—
and let us find ourselves again
in what we choose to say.
Returning to a creative self after a hiatus is both exciting and daunting. This poem is a personal call to the writer within me and a reminder to all who paused their passions to awaken what has been dormant.
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Fleeting Beauty
There is beauty in the ephemeral,in the fleeting moments we often overlook.What a beauty it is
to behold a sunflower,
crafted with precision, so bold.
Intricately designed—
each seed, each grain
carefully arranged,
a testament to the Maker’s hand.
What a joy it is
to be a sunflower,
with petals so fine and fair,
lifting its face
to the morning sun,
finding warmth in golden air.
To smile as the day begins,
to follow the sun’s gentle spin.
But as the light fades
and evening draws near,
the sunflower bows its head—
humble, reverent, sincere.
Like us, it returns to the earth,
its beauty a fleeting gift,
fragile and rare.
Yet in its splendor,
we see the Maker’s art—
a masterpiece
both delicate and strong.
A rose is lovely, yes—
but a sunflower,
oh, that is a work of wonder.
A reminder
that we, too, are crafted
with precision, with care,
with love divine.
What a beautiful, tragic gift—
this life of ours,
so fleeting,
yet so profoundly designed.
This poem reflects on how nature reminds us of divine craftsmanship in both the world and in ourselves.
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