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Poem: Bloom fast, Happily gone!
This newsletter initially got 12 people out of words.
Table of content:
Last week’s Audition results.
Introducing this week.
How to win this newsletter’s $30 reward. Winner will also be showcased next week.
Before you start reading, we recommend playing 😍 the serene, space-filling music 🎧 to connect beyond the surface level of the poem.
A big thanks to everyone sharing their poem flows, ideas and encouragement in the comment box. We conducted an auditioning two newsletters ago, where we started with a poem of two verses and asked you to add your own twist.
As you can bet, the results are surprising and super!
Several people around the world got connected. To some, it was a re-kindle of their writing interest, and to others, a spark ⚡️ that energised them for a higher perspective.
Introducing this week’s absolutely stunning poem!
Welcome again, it feels like time is running faster than each tick of the clock, and the Monday to Friday of last week are the number one culprit.
This poem is to ease things down so we can catch some breath. And you will be accurate to realise each time going through it feels like:
"wow, how did I miss this the first time?". 🧐
Poem by Tobi Akinpelu: Out of words.
I am out of words, There’s only rest and assurances. Mind rests. Light travels. Soil behind. Clarity is on the way, do away with empty cups, fill up with red wine! His Royal Emperor—Mansa Musa, Walks the garden with both pockets full of seeds. Seeds do not want to leave the majestic presence, The enjoyment of being in two gold sacks of the Royal Emperor. Seed finds itself amid dust, with no remembrance of what it felt like. Seed is to flowers as come-drips are to walking bodies. Hands are positioned like shoots, and legs are precisely roots. Sprinklers you can find for yourself. Bloom fast. Happily gone. Beauty drew its shape yesterday. Happily gone. Compost, sunlight, and water all in their proper fraction, yet, The inevitable. Bloom fast. Happily gone. But you, you are more than cosmos and flowers. You are the essence that makes Jasmine a Jasmine. You are what makes a fine wine glass a sparkling delight. Inside a clay wine jar is an entire cosmos, capable of loving again. Not wings but love are what flies a celestial being out of its jar. We are built for more than this gated gate. Eggshell cracks are cracking; lift up your head to find the heart of the source of Energy—into the Sun. I feel sick without photosynthesis. I’ve waited all night long, I will pass through rocks for one more sunlight glimpse. His the Ocean; we are the fish. What is a fish doing on soil? Don’t stop; keep flapping.
How to win this week’s $30 reward
Feeling inspired by our latest poem? Use it as a prompt to create your masterpiece; you could be the lucky winner of this week's $30 reward! Here are the guidelines:
Post it here: Post your poem as a comment under this newsletter.
Be Authentic: Don't try to write a poem just because you think it's what we're looking for. Instead, write from your heart, we want to see hear your voice, not just a copy of someone else's work.
Embrace Emotion: Creative writing is about tapping into the emotions that make us human. So don't be afraid to get vulnerable and explore the full range of feelings the prompt brings. A poem that makes us feel something is much more likely to win than one that is purely intellectual.
(Optional) Pick up the courage to share your craft: Take a screenshot of your poem, share it on social media and tag us “@tobiakinpelu_”.