The Saturday Symphony #34 November Edition #Ekphrastic Images

Hey everyone,
Welcome to the 34th edition of The Saturday Symphony.

Oh mehn doesn’t #NanoWriMo have me by the…well, it really has me at its mercy. Nineteen days in and I’ve ploughed through 38000 words. I’m in the final three/four/five chapters of the Realms of the Mist sequel.
This may seem like an accomplishment but by Wednesday I should have moved on to my other WIP, a poetry book that’s halfdone, due for release next year, Autumn 2023 (sneak peeks at the end of this feature).
I’m about to go very dark and put down 20k words by close of Tuesday, and I’ll hope to be celebrating a completed 1st draft by wednesday. Pray for me.

I haven’t written on wordpress this week, because as my author brand expands to a new site(twitter), I’m alternating posts with wordpress. This next one is WP week so I will pelt you with more original works. I give loads of Tender Love and Care to anything I write, so I guess that’s loads of love to the reader (yeah, I’m definitely bribing you just now).

This Saturday, in between the curated works from the wp community, I’ll share some of my twitter poetry. It is getting a nice modest reception, which is encouraging. Still loads for me to learn.

Alright then, on to the Symphony. Keep an extra eye on the images.

In the dark hour before dawn I scale the precipice of loneliness. 
If only for a glimpse of a dream
But hope is a pedestal
And nightmare is the voyeur of the deep.

In darkness I delve for meaning
For only there does evil sleep
Only there can I give peace
to what haunts me

This month’s five featured posts

• Almost and being so by MerrildSmith
• Fallen flowers by Suzanne
• Clarity found in trust by Cindy Georgakas
• Claude Monet by Luisa Zambrotta
• Cliff girl by House of Heart

Virtue comes from the divine
Yet sin knows all the sweet spots
It was odd that her Sunday-best lured the most lecherous appetites
While a sleazy Saturday hooked the holiest of suitors
Her vespers were draped in purity
As latenights laced profanity
How could she judge #Ugly…
when pain seared such divine pleasures
when goodness in a man stirred most sinful thoughts

Was she doomed to titter on the edge of fine trims and naked temptations
Or was she blessed…

PONDEROUS THOUGHT Prompt

Ekphrastic Images
This month till mid December, choose any two images from today’s symphony, and use them together as prompts to create something.

You can use art, any form of writing or media.
Pingback to this post and drop a link in the comments so I can visit, and feature you in next month’s symphony.

In the nebula of language
I scry a fitting phrase
To name my heart's devotion:
For you of sparkling gaze-
Habib beneath the veil
For you of plushest lips
Isithandwa on the savannah
I whisper 'Mi Amour' in our boudoir
Aijin beneath the blossoms
Te Amo
Mpenzi
Swoon, my love...

Last month’s ponderous submissions. Spooks and Creeps

I enter your dreams and haunt you there. For it is there that…

Krueger by Maria Michaela

while sulky mist wanders through bare-boned trees

mournful crows lend shrill mythic caws…

Bedraggled wishes by Eugi.

The rat ate the poisoned cheese. And being the prankster that I am, I let the body decay and hid the bones in a velvet sack…

Calamity Cules by Jules

Tell them to stay away from the tombstones

And the creaking deadwood in the graveyard

Something scary by Sadje

This world once bled me dry
It stole love and crashed hope
Darkness fell from eyes that witnessed
and I waded brackish tears
and I drowned in bottomless fears
and in that bleakness I became an empty canvas
Traced my pain in ink
til words became art
From resin to #shellac

As promised, for the poetry lovers, about my poetry book coming next autumn (2023), you heard it here first;
It’s about mental health/illness and Spirituality. Be ready for a unique format
I have a couple of bombastic titles I’m considering; to be revealed in due course.

For the novel lovers, I hope the realms sequel will blow your minds. I’ve put in so much work to take my writing a notch higher, and the story was always meant to have the reader by the…yap. (Summer 2023!)

The times
the best of times
when bail was a dime and a dollar
when a stretch of cleavage opened doors
and a flash of chissled chest glistened tired gaze
A time of redhot lips and tiktak wits
smoking dames ń dancing heartthrobs
Her name was Cookie
He was her Johnieboy

To read more poetry skits when I’m away from wordpress, follow me @JItakali

Hope you enjoyed this month’s symphony. I look forward to your thoughts, submissions, and chats in the comments.

Stay safe everyone, Stay loving.

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