The 39th Edition of The Saturday Symphony welcomes you to May Musings.
Exams are done and I have so much fun-work to do and catch up on this summer break.
I’ve completed the first draft of my next poetry publication on mental health. I’m so excited about this one, guys. About what it is, and what it will grow into when the editing and nuances are ironed out.
I haven’t been able to do wordpress posts because of papers but I’m now back to my favourite platform. Expect a bit more engagement from me. The poetry in this month’s symphony are short pieces I’ve written recently on my twitter. Hope you enjoy them.
We blur into the crowd
Drunk on passion
A kiss, a swivel, an unbreakable entanglement
It is a beautiful thing to belong
Even to the night life
We are seen
They wink at us
We do not need it
but how good it feels
To be accepted
And may the morning
Blog reading time has been hard to come by recently but I managed to get some great pieces to feature this month:
Anamnesis by Kerfe on memedtwo is a short cathartic read that I greatly enjoyed.
Fish and Boat on Cannery Row by The Bubbly Tipsy Mermaid was such a refeshing read.
Yes, You should follow genre rules (Unless You’re Famous) by Jacqui Murray was very enriching and informative. I enjoyed diving into her linked catalogues.
The allure of dangerous obsessions
Grace plummets into an alamort existence
and enigma tones traits in forbidden hues
Blacks turn grey
and greys gloss to silver
Hope paints silenced lips with secret desires
and eyes glimpse a dream's mirage
Always out of reach
Ponderous Thought Prompt
This June, share a favourite verse from a favourite song. Feel free to incorporate it in any piece you’ll be writing. I’ll read it all.
You can use art, images and any form of writing. Pingback here by pasting this post’s link in your own post, and I’ll visit and feature your works in next month’s Symphony.
Last month’s Ponderous submissions (Apathy)
Eugi wrote in a really cool form called Hay(na)ku:
revelSoul searching by Moonwashed musings
inhale life’s folly
shapes last stanzas
Soothing words by Where Stories can spark magic:
It takes courage to find yourselfThere’s something by WhereStoriesCanSparkMagic
The courage to unlocking that door and
keeping it open only happens when you
discover what had already been right in front
A captivating and comforting story by Inkwell:
I couldn’t help but wonder if my perception of the world was unique or if this existential malaise was widespread. Was it the drudgery of daily routines that were sapping our spirits, or was there something more profound at play here, a sense of disenchantment with the world around us?Apathy in the city by The Inkwell
Intense haiku and american sentences by Jules:
little monsters roamThree aspects apathy by julesinflashyfiction
don’t know or care for the rules
whisper and point; hag!
Soulful Inspiration by Sadje:
We seek attention and love from othersDealing with apathy by lifeafter50forwomen
Yet we cannot see beyond our own issues
When we put our own pain, hurt, and issues first
We don’t realize that others are suffering too
Click the citation links to read full posts.
Moulded by despair
Your skin thickens to a hide
The pits have pressed you smooth
And depression has polished you with empathy
You rise from darkness
Lissome in the raking moonlight
Since I didn’t do any Book candy corner last month as I was promoting my new release, Broken Ties, now available on Amazon, you can expect reviews this June and July, as I begin going through my first to-read list. Most are wordpress authors I follow and interact with.
He wades a world of billions
And yet his journey is lonely
Born of sunrise, now made of dusk
Tartarus is weary of his presence
He holds vigil in its darkest abyss
Tethered in the grim and gruesome
Where death laughs in the face of love
Hope you enjoyed this Symphony. Be sure to check out the links of the featured posts, and of course, have a peep at the Realms of the Mist series page.
I'm not who I once was
I cannot love as I once did
The morning breeze is not as fresh
City smells have annexed it
Pastries from the corner store
Sewage from down below
And memory from deep inside
I live a redolent existence
Yet life itself changes
It is the way
I’m back to the working out schedule. Gotta tick the physical-health checkbox as well.