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Poem: Bloom fast, Happily gone!

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Table of content:

  • Music recommendation.

  • Last week’s Audition results.

  • Introducing this week.

  • The Poem.

  • How to win this newsletter’s $30 reward. Winner will also be showcased next week.

Music recommendation:

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.

Replays

Top 8 picks of poems written by community members via the comment section

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?". 🧐

Starting:

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:

  1. Post it here: Post your poem as a comment under this newsletter.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. (Optional) Pick up the courage to share your craft: Take a screenshot of your poem, share it on social media and tag us “@tobiakinpelu_”.

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Babafemi Ajakaiye
Writes Babafemi’s Substack
Mar 11Liked by Tobi Akinpelu

If music be the food of love…

He struck the cord…..

Then It began;

--indent--

the rapid pattering of the dancers’ feet

the sensual sways of the hands to the beat

the hums that are too beautiful to speak, yes, to speak

the short bursts of claps that sounds bleak…in the noise

(new verse)

the dancers heard the cord

as it called through the winds so still

filled with emotions, pure like new birth

they headed, pattering their feet to sweet melody

(new verse)

swaying rhythmically to the harmony,

they locked hands, even locked hearts

solacing in the smooth do-mi-fa cadence

for in each other’s arms, do they find solace

--line break--

He struck the cord…

(new verse)

Words became deeds

As realities join the troupe in rhythm

With hums that seem discordant, yet powerful

And emotions rise in fallacious crescendo

(new verse)

In the coda, its quiet, quite quiet

You can hear the heart speak

You can feel the gentle monster

You can love, and love more

--line break--

Then, he struck the cord…

(new verse)

The dancers are filled with a burst

Of newness and everything but lust

As they freestyle to the joyful acoustic

Locked together in eternal bliss

(new verse)

The music goes on and on

Rising rhythmically and falling high

Luring dancers far and wide

Played by the incessant musician: life

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Babafemi Ajakaiye
Writes Babafemi’s Substack
Mar 11Liked by Tobi Akinpelu

Blooms fast, happily gone?

New Year.....lol

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