27 February 2014
An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
My silence is the cry that you never hear,
It is the pain that you can never feel
Hidden by these smiles and laughter
Why are we like this?
You might ask
I smile to think of a reason
Maybe like a love that you know will never belong to you?
But none I can find to perfectly describe us
It’s just the way it is
It is my perfect mask and I like to be that perfect actress
The more I come back to this and read it, the more I appreciate it.
Like diamonds in the rough, poetry glimmers beneath the surface, and only reveals itself in the master jewellers cut.
Thank you, Celia, for this gem.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 17 March 2014 at 10:59 PM
Posted by: Lapieh Landu | 11 March 2014 at 01:11 PM
Hi Cecila, thank you for that poem on silence. It describes a common but sad situation (I think) in our society where our girls and women suffer quietly with life issues. Sometimes it has fatal consequences.
I think our women should be somehow empowered to talk openly. An attitude change from the boys and the men I think can help this.
You poem reminded me of a moving (and not unfamiliar) story I got told once and which I captured in a poem below. I share it as my contribution to the discussion on silence. I hope it adds value to your poem.
The situation you described and the motivation with which you wrote of course may be different:
He drags her close
In his drunken stupor
That by her side he would remain
She clings to him
In her tired languor
Over that promise she knows he won’t keep
He pulls her closer
In his reckless torpor
His macho appetite to replenish
She looks away
In plea for succour
From this violent world, perish
She turns aside in hope
To her sleeping junior
A son she prays will remain unblemished
We close our eyes
And ignore the sad clamour
Our goddamn male ego and grant the woman her liberation wish!
Poem by Steven Ilave
Port Moresby 2013
Posted by: Steven Ilave (snr) | 28 February 2014 at 10:46 AM