#midweek poem

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

moon and accidental incidental murder

and

its almost now and midweek or will bee when u read this in the now that it is later - than this one - writing b4 head hits surrealistic pillow dreaming about keef having AARP as a sponsor - wait thats reality (i think per cnn on yahoo ) i guess it could b worser

in the chilly dark now that is morning - a kitty good and always - yes there most likely will b murder -later - and birdsong - then noises of construction destruction and getting wherever - going and going -till back at the same place

that feeling of dark winter - looming - a penumbra if u will

whiff of despair when things are fucked up - maybe for a minnit then keep on keeping on

hallelujah anyway

[tchistorygal]

Coffee Circles to Ease the Chill

[tasmiq]

Jumu'ah Sohbet: 22 December 2023

With deep gratitude, we have arrived at your beloved Nanu's (maternal grandma's) birthday! Shukran Ya Allah (Divine gratitude) that she served as a receptacle of Allah's love. It was an extra blessed time where only midweek, after Shaykha Muzeyyen, as our Anne (spiritual mother), shared her acquired medication from our beloved friend Gaby of Germany...

Only after consuming the Ivermectin and a German multivitamin did I miraculously recover enough to soak in Anne's divine light ✨️ Gaby herself reflected how our connection as a multinational Tariqa, enriches our spiritual connection to Allah. We summon Allah's nur (light) upon Shaykh Taner's and Shaykh Steve's resting places, whose blessed souls connected each of us.

#1. I can't even confidently describe the mysterious connection that I experienced through Anne, by Allah's grace, as an outcome of Rabita (heartfelt connection). But which tangibly transformed our larger family circumstances, Shukran Ya Allah!

Anne said that within three days of our Shaykh Taner's passing, he identified that this year's subject is Rabita. He also said, "I'm connecting to them all, but some of them are not hearing me, even though I am yelling! They need to practice their Rabita." I certainly don't doubt that I am one of those students 😳

I even sought guidance on extending this miraculous discovery of Rabita in my micro-world into the wider world, thinking specifically about Sudan and Palestine. Anne even gave us sound ideas as the globe that Shaykh Taner would draw on, including maps or images!

#2. I always felt Sufism's disregard for politics was disingenuous. I wasn't acknowledging how it naturally taints the best of good-hearted souls into power-hungry ones.

However, only this time through Anne, it became obvious how well informed our spiritual mentors remain in spite of the detachment!

#3. I have finally acquired the ability to reflect, not as a subjective being with its ad nauseum details but as one navigating life with one's nafs (lower-self or ego). This ability to objectively focus on our beings has been utterly emancipatory. Making the Sufi mission to cleanse one's nafs that much more poignant and real as a common goal.

#4. Sufism has planted a human consciousness beyond oneself and one's subjective experiences. At a time when my disability made my relative experience, unlike most, am I best able to relate to people through the power of:

Ya Wadud Ya Salaam Ya Jami Ya Nafi (Yearning Allah's love, peace, and unity in goodness)

Again, Anne's presence brought this to the fore of my consciousness - Subhana'Allah!

#5. A Divine merit to our spiritual school is where we have all tangibly grown together, Alhamdulillah! In the poem below, I reflect how Anne is the head of our collective leadership, and we have been groomed to serve as we grow through our commitment to continued learning, insha'Allah!

Anne

Our awe-inspiring spiritual mother

An unfolding tower of strength

Unafraid to face sorrow where there were two remains one

We are humbled that you chose to carry on serving us

Intuitively aware of worldly affairs

An immense reservoir of wisdom

With the ability to balance our macro-and-micro worlds

Never forgetting your mystical ability

With utter humility in navigating the way ahead

Yes, together we can

Where we remain the grateful eating Tariqa

And the one dedicated to a life of learning

You head our collective leadership

Ya Wadud Ya Salaam Ya Jami Ya Nafi

With your motherly love, you cement our peaceful unity in goodness

Forward, we serve

Moreover, Insha'Allah, the rest of us experience a rejuvenation of our iman (faith) with the presence of Shaykha Muzeyyen in our shores, who is but our first Anne!

[gtunesmiff]

WEDNESDAY’S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS ~ 5/10/23

Here we are again, midweek, with another poetry prompt from Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, and my choice from the Sherwin-Williams paint catalog...

First, Brewer:

This week, write a what happened poem. For this prompt, consider various explanations you could give about this or that (or the other thing even). Or describe something you witnessed. Or well, there are many things that happen every day, and you can poem about one (or more) of them.

Now, S-W:

Broccoflower

Remember: As always, these prompts are intended to be springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

[luminescetreasuresllc]

✨🍁 Dream High, Worry Low - It's Wednesday! 🍁✨ Hello, Tumblr fam! Here’s a little midweek inspiration for all of you: "Keep your spirits high and your worries low. Wednesday is a day to help your dreams grow." 🌟🌱 As the leaves turn and we're on the cusp of Thanksgiving, it's the perfect time to reflect on our dreams and the steps we've taken towards them. 🍂🦃 What dream are you nurturing as we head into the holiday season? Drop your thoughts, sketches, poems, or whatever inspires you in the reblogs! Let's create a tapestry of dreams and gratitude. 📝💭 Happy Wednesday and a very early Happy Thanksgiving! Let’s make the most of this beautiful day. 🥧❤️ #WednesdayInspiration #DreamsInAutumn #ThanksgivingThoughts #MidweekMotivation #GratefulHeart #AutumnVibes #ThanksgivingEve #DreamBig #CreativeCommunity #TumblrFam #ReflectAndGrow #ArtOfDreaming #ThanksgivingPrep #HumpDayHearts #NurtureYourPassion #AutumnDreams #ShareYourDreams #GratitudeGathering #StayInspired #ThanksgivingCountdown

[softantigone]

Your twenties are not for memes

and trauma and the internet.

Your twenties are not for begging

boys to love you or staying back

at work till eleven because

you want that bloody paycheck.

I mean, don't get me wrong

I'm not saying don't be ambitious.

I'm not saying find a quick fix

for your extra baggage. All

you need to know right now, is

that you're so much more than

relatable sad content on social

media. Life is not a movie and

even if it is, you're not going to

find aesthetic filters for it. Life

is a real mean bitch. You can

write fifty poems on self-harm

but don't forget to write fifty on self-love.

You're just twenty-three. You're

so young. Don't wait for him

if he doesn't call back. Don't settle

for the job you don't love. Don't

worry about people looking

prettier than you when you scroll

up and down or swipe left and

right. It doesn't matter.

Your twenties are for polaroids

and budget travel. Camping with

fireflies and falling in love. Falling

out of love and finding new friends.

Your twenties are for 12 am

laughter and face to face

conversations not midweek

breakdowns and screenshots.

Your twenties are for flyboarding

and scuba diving not puking into

toilets and counting calories.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not

trivializing. All I'm saying is, your

life is more than your mental

illnesses and you are more than

your scars. Replace that razor

with a brush and paint sunflowers

on your wrists. If you're lonely,

call your mom and tell her she's

awesome. Live by the hour.

Write yourself love letters.

Read O Henry and day dream.

Chase the river. Kiss a stranger.

Go skinny-dipping and drive a jeep.

Fly a kite. Gift yourself flowers.

Do whatever the fuck you want.

But do it. Just do it. Because

here's the deal, darling. Life's going

to fuck you up, but you're never

going to be too fucked up for life.

So go. Go live your life. Pull out

everything from that extra baggage.

Fill it with glitter and sexy underwear

and trekking shoes and coffee powder and adventure.

Chase yourself to the end of the earth.

Because all the maps in the world?

They were made for you.

[ivors20]

Throwback Friday, Lullaby (a Senryu)

Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Lullaby’ in May 2023, and the Senryu will be the opening piece in the ‘Senryu’ section of Chapter 10. Short Poems: Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Others.And coincidently, over at Weekly Prompts, the Midweek Challenge is the word Napping, please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here…

[writingfromruins]

I am teaching myself to love myself the long way around. Like how i love the stubborn sidewalk weeds, the way my cat pours himself onto the windowsill, the joyful sound of my neighbors windchime in a downpour. That is to say, i love the little things enough to love the entirety. The way i stretch up all the way to my tiptoes after sitting down for too long, the way mornings feel, all dazed by dawn’s softness, the way i rock on my heels while i wait for the kettle. Someday i think i will be nothing except the little things i love, a mosaic of green things growing despite everything and soft gold pink morning glow and the grey of my cat and kettle, both chirping for my attention.

i’ll live to see the big picture remade // PD

[writingfromruins]

Name: N/A

Date: You’re better off not knowing

1)

[a new answer has been added. It reads “when you realize it has already stopped hurting”]

2)

You stop by digging in your heels until your heels bleed and the earth cracks and you can’t keep going on like this, just please stop, please, please,

3)

“By the time you finish asking me if I’m okay I will have already decided to lie and say I am in an attempt to keep the peace. Please do not ask me more than once a day. I am not that good a liar yet.”

4)

Because you’ve dug your heels into the dirt so deep your legs are partially sunken in the soil. Because sometimes it feels like you don’t deserve it. Because sometimes you feel like moving forward is just an invitation to backslide. Because-because-because you know how to lie to yourself

5)

Personal Tragedy, summertime flavor. You close yourself in a closet and wait for the heat to wrap around you like the warmest not-hug. Like a snake, slowly constricting. Like - the air conditioner is running and you can hear it through the walls. You can hear your insides twist through your body. You can hear your heart beating. Somewhere else in the house a door closes. Someone is talking. There are footsteps on the stairs: your mother’s. You can hear - the heat sinks in and in and in and you start to drown in it. It hurts because it is blissfully not sound.

6)

Because rats in traps gnaw at themselves to get out. You’ve gnawed yourself bare of all the things restricting you and you still can’t move. You’ve bitten off all of your limbs.

7)

This quiz was about - have you ever run the numbers on how long you’ll have to stay awake before you can go back to sleep as soon as you wake up - have you ever written a poem just to make your mouth form the words - have you ever trapped yourself - have you ever thought of one moment in your life that acted as a metaphor for every other moment in your life - have you ever ached from that metaphor - why not? - have you ever realized you’re already aching? Why not? have you ever been afraid of gentleness - have you bruised - have you ever pressed on every bruise until it numbed the pain? are they green or purple or blue under your skin? Is the summer supposed to be blue? Is that still my favorite color? are there even other options? have you ever settled into your skin all wrong - have you ever taken a quiz to write a poem have you ever - this quiz is about - is about - is- your father and my father and a father abstracted  asking “are you okay” and meaning it and it is the summer strangle-hugging my house like some fast growing vine and it is every metaphor i have written in my entire life and - this quiz is about this poem.

No wait

I think I got that last bit backwards

POP QUIZ

DATE:

NAME:

1. When does it stop hurting? You may select multiple answers.

a. Never b. Upon the introduction of a new, more interesting wound c. Never d. Maybe someday e. Never

2. How do I stop? Answer in one full sentence.

3. Using context clues, deduce what I’m supposed to say to my father when he asks me if I’m okay. Use at least two vocabulary words in your answer.

4. Explain in at least three sentences why it is so much easier to give up, no matter how much it hurts you, than to keep going, no matter how many rewards you may reap.

5. Describe a personal tragedy and explain why it hurts. Answer in one paragraph or less.

6. Explain why it hurts. Answer in one paragraph or less.

7. What was this quiz about? Why did you take it? Why did you answer the questions? Why didn’t it make sense to you? Did you think of one event for question 5, or did you have to choose from several? Did you choose the one that hurts the worst or the one that hurts the least? Why? Are you afraid to think about it? The tragedy or the question? Was it hard? Have you practiced answering it before? With whom? How did they react? Were you uncomfortable? If they reacted with kindness, did their kindness ache like a bruise or like a tight grip? If they reacted with cruelty, were you angry or just used to it? Have you learned to adjust? Is it adjustment or numbness? Which would be worse? Are you tired of hurting? Do you want to get better or just give up? Is it in your nature to keep trying or flinch away from the future like a fist? Does the future seem real to you, or like a myth your peers keep repeating? Does it feel more real as you advance into it, or less real? Why do you think that is? Do you still have a favorite color? Did you ever have one? When people asked you what it was, as a child, did you have your answer ready or did it change every time? Were you telling the truth? Were you lying? Could you decide then? Can you decide now? Do you think it will stop hurting someday? Are you willing to wait? When you consider not waiting anymore, does that take the form of ripping your peace from the nebulous future with your bare hands to have it now or simply never having it at all? Do you feel you deserve peace? Why or why not? Has your father asked you if you’re okay lately? If yes, do you feel he meant it? When will he mean it? Answer in one paragraph or less.

[storiesovertheories]

Wednesday

This week's halfway done

Friday, Saturday in sight

Time, don't drag your feet

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Unknown

It’s there in the depths of midnight, swimming in the shadows, feeding on the frenzy of fear and the lees of nightmares stirred by moonlight.

It’s in the chill of the floor before you find the bedroom light switch, check under the bed, remember what was said in the heat of an argument,

even if it wasn’t meant that way. It’s always there in the back of your mind, like the rest of humankind, even…

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

object permanence

yesterday wrote an actual like poetic poem thing w 1 note

was it cuz no kitty ? theres always a kitty even if un -scene

an unspoken hallelujah

anyway

she is good and always - a joy also

its midweek too early for actual murder - needles owee later

and out and about and so forth

[tchistorygal]

Weekend Coffee Share and Arizona Dreams

Weekend Coffee Share and Arizona Dreams

Natalie’s Weekend Coffee Share and Photographing Public Art Challenge Weather Report Prescott Weather – sunny and gorgeous the last couple of days. This has been a great week. Sunny weather makes a difference. Thank goodness because we had a blogger meetup Thursday, and Janet spent the night, so I have lots of compelling photos. I hope to use them to meet the requirements of several…

[silentmemoriesinunrealworlds]

#poem #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writer #poetrycommunity #monsters #love #heartbreaks #realisations #heartbreak #wednesday #midweek #hope #missyou #world #sad #tears #rain #london (at Lost in London) https://www.instagram.com/p/By5KI_dFPxi/?igshid=6uaw8w7q8dbx

[elm-e]

Just Another Day For Me

Photo Credit: Pexels

The aches and groans of the living,

Like the creaking sound of a rusty gate,

Or the cracking of joints,

I’m bent out of shape,

Tired.

Like the weight of the world rests on my shoulders,

Or a heavy foot has been placed upon my back;

Either way, it weighs tons,

It tears me down.

The only time I find ease to the suffering of living is when my eyes are…

[thebizza]

Unhurried Winter Dawn

Photo by Vincent Guth on Unsplash

Unhurried Winter Dawn

Approaching winter solstice, dawn is a selfish lover refusing to yield our time – stubborn purple shawl – to Sol’s feeble glare; nature is still, unsure of beginning as humanity’s headlamps speed through, splitting tapestry in two in the name of progress, civilization’s ego, harsh budgetary deadlines, missing blissful, seemingly fickle…