[ and ] • Nov. 2023
only you resist every ending
reeling with grief undone in
perpetual longing reconstructing
how I looked when you
emboldened by that deathless
unreachable light imagined
singing and turned carrying on;
endless.
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Wistfulness glints
Besotted, I drift off in fantasy,
Enamoured by a faint, yet timeless smile,
Alleviating every ache, worldly,
Until I am unsullied (for a while).
That smile — it is the heart you so beguile
Into its lost essentiality,
For wistfulness glints, and mirroring eyes
Undo the umbral weight of emptied skies;
Lo, all those stars… so you do shine to me.
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22-4-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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As we approach Yom Kippur, the culmination of this period of self-reflection on the past year and where we may have gone astray, it is worth remembering that this is more than a time of regret and fear and self-censure: it is also a time of growth, and joy, and love,.
With that in mind, I wanted to share two versions of Ahavnu, a "positive viddui" that I recently encountered — a complementary "confession" alongside the traditional Ashamnu viddui (the litany of wrongs that we confess as a community).
G'mar chatima tova; may we have a Yom Kippur of meaning and balance, and a good final sealing in the Book of Life.
Rav Kook, Ayn Aya commentary (tractate Maaser Sheni, Chapter 7, Mishnah 10):
... Therefore, just as there is great value to the repair of the soul by the confession of sins ... there is also great value by the confession of mitzvot (our positive deeds), in order to gladden the heart and strengthen the paths of life in the way of God.
Composed by Rabbi Binyamin Holtzman: https://opensiddur.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Ahavnu-ViduiHaMashlimYK-Binyamin-Holtzman.pdf
Composed by Rabbi Ari Weiss: https://yctorah.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/Ahavnu-Viduy.pdf
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Ballister started writing the poem. His sidekick helpfully finished it.
inspired by the Nimona Week alt prompt "Sidekick" and the Day 4 prompt "Mischief"
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Prompt: What's the truth? (Escapril Day 8)
W himsical, aren't we? walking past this
H aggard instant, crying at merciless hope
A nchored to the throbbing heart of humanity
T ender night ~ for souls that washed ashore
S ailing with the moon and running astray.
T ethered to a vessel on verge of decay
H umbled, we pray — let us behold
E very hell we graced; every heaven we wrecked.
T ime, had us at who's mercy? ever flowing
R iver that we built our castles on
U naware, we are, creatures of instinct
T ainted the land beneath our feet.
H arbingers of doom : we’re one part debris, one part disease.
— circadeacademia
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Painting in black ink,
Exquisite calligraphy:
Nibs dance on the page.
(Haiku acrostic, written October 2023.)
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(obsessed)
open me. open me.
bleed me dry, make it
shallow. it’s suicide tonight, my
echo. elevate me… to high heaven.
see my face in the mirror.
stomach the thought of
eating me alive. autocannibalist.
destroy me. let’s destroy me.
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Dark room
Did
Anyone ever
Really see the
Kindness you were hiding in those dark rooms
.
Reachable
Only to a select few who made their own
Observations and saw
More than just your last name.
@wolfstarmicrofic
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an acrostic poem inspired by the Day 1 prompt "pride"
Pink is her/his/their color
Realism be damned
Itchiness signals another shift
Different shape, always Nimona
Exulting in every change
cross-posted on AO3
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