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Monthly poems chosen by your Wellbeing Advisors

Words can have the power to hurt but also have the power to heal.  Poetry has been used for centuries to help express or endure some of life’s most painful and difficult moments.  Poetry helps us translate the emotions of deep loss, heartache or even depression into verse. It enables us to confront our innermost feelings and thoughts providing a creative and safe channel, which we can share with others.

Poems can feel comforting and transport us out of our own world into someone else’s. Writing your own poetry might even provide a tool to process and explore complex feelings that are difficult to understand. It is also a shared experience and can offer a deep connection with others.  Poetry may also help to widen vocabulary and cultural knowledge and there are many great poets to choose from, from different centuries and cultural backgrounds. They all provide insight into humanity, opening our eyes to a world of different experiences.


We thought we would use this platform to share a monthly poem that has inspired, soothed and comforted the team and hope you enjoy them as much as we have.

 

This poem by the 13th-century Sufi mystic Jalaluddin Rumi (popularly known simply as Rumi) uses the metaphor of a guesthouse to describe life’s journey. Rumi’s poetry is sublime and eloquent, and it makes us appreciate the uncertainty of life and embrace mindful living. The poem reminds us to not resist our thoughts and feelings, but on the contrary, to welcome them as if they were, noble guests that we were eager to see.


These seemingly unwelcome guests in the guesthouse of your mind will scrub away at everything that is untrue or unhelpful, if you let them. And not to worry, being guests; they will eventually depart as well, acting as a cleansing balm for the soul.

I love this poem as it reinforces the message that feelings are neither good nor bad but they
are part of the human experience. Tolerating discomfort in any form can be challenging but
identifying what we need from ourselves, treating ourselves with kindness and compassion
(like the guests) and knowing that the discomfort, pain or grief will eventually pass. Once
the feelings have subsided, (the guests have departed) we can reflect on a greater

understanding of ourselves and learn and implement new wisdom and learning from our
experience.

The Guest House by Jalaluddin Rumi


This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

 

This poem by Naomi Shihab at first appears to be sorrowful and focus on the unavoidable presence of sadness in human life. It talks about the fragility of the future, how this can dissolve in an instant, a clearly frightening notion. The poem continues to give examples of losses that a person might experience during their life in order to know what kindness really is. Experiencing those losses emphasises the potential harshness of life and acknowledges that sorrow, inhabits the opposite pole to kindness.
The importance of kindness in people’s lives is made explicit with the observation
“Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore”
This poem finishes on an optimistic note personifying kindness, relating it to simple everyday things and regardless of its role at any given moment; kindness is conveyed as the perfect companion.  Ultimately the poem’s message is that is all of humanity is worthy of respect, deserving of consideration, and in need of kindness.

Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye -

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

 

Once again, I am drawn to the healing power of nature, which is woven through this poem. “Geese” powerfully acknowledges the innate human struggle that many of us experience in today’s chaotic world. Am I enough? What is the point of it all? Am I doing the right thing? What does the future hold? These worries can become overwhelming and conjure up feelings of despair and loneliness. Mary Oliver’s poem shares the wisdom to be free of these burdens by turning to nature. When we look to nature and live like wild the geese, never questioning our belonging and value in this world, we will seek what we are looking for.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

 

I chose this poem as it was one that I found when searching for poems to reflect on during these difficult times. As we continue to live through and witness extremely upsetting and challenging events, sometimes there does not seem any suitable antidotes and we are often left feeling helpless and hopeless.  This poem, I worried  by Mary Oliver taps into the response to difficult events or everyday life and that finding joy in the small things can sometimes be an uplifting response. I certainly am trying to take an uplifting song in my head with me rather than my worries.

I Worried by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

 

I've chosen this poem by Sheenagh Pugh as it reflects the very common worry that many of us have - which is fear of the unknown and difficulty managing uncertainty. It's a reminder that although life is full of unknowns it is also a wonderful thing to have a life full of different possibilities and that sometimes, not knowing how things will play out can really serve us well.

What If This Road

By Sheenagh Pugh

What if this road, that has held no surprises

these many years, decided not to go

home after all; what if it could turn 

left or right with no more ado

than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin

were like a long, supple bolt of cloth, 

that is shaken and rolled out, and takes

a new shape from the contours beneath?

And if it chose to lay itself down

in a new way; around a blind corner, 

across hills you must climb without knowing

what's on the other side; who would not hanker

to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know

 a story's end, or where a road will go?

 

This month’s poem is from the latest collection Sanctuaries of Invention by Trinidadian writer Jennifer Rahim, recently published in the UK.
It seems to have been a long and problematic year and winter is now closing in which can be a difficult time for many. Creating a special place in our hearts for our home country, city or significant and meaningful place may be possible and can be conjured through the senses by a taste, smell, image or music and can transport us back there through the wonder of imaginations. However far we may travel from these beloved places we can take them with us and use these memories to sustain ourselves through the dark winter months.

Wherever I Go …by Jennifer Rahim

There will be an island,
and an ocean will be
what rings me.

We are to the very end
a naming not our own,
though we leave to find

what is left behind
and that holds us,
more than we know,

like a small beach
has the ear of the great sea

and a trillion ebbs
are never without returns.

This flow is the staying,
though we depart.

An oyster takes a single grain
and stores it in her heart’s muscle

like a lover’s memento;
she never lets us go …

 

Autumn this year, despite the continuing uncertainty and awfulness of the pandemic and the deep worry that climate change can evoke, has been colourful, gentle and mild.
There are so many poems dedicated to Autumn it is hard to choose and that might be a reflection of how the season plays on all of the senses as well as the feelings that are evoked as another year comes to a close.
Autumn can inspire feelings of loneliness and sorrow, though it can also help us to feel the sacredness of sharing that solitude with each other. It shows the beauty of release, acting as a catalyst to our own introspective nature.
Here are two short poems; Winds of Autumn by Saiygo reflects the impact this season can have on the senses and Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost the transient nature of the seasons and however beautiful or stark it may for a time it will inevitably change.

Winds of Autumn, by Saigyo

Even in a person

most times indifferent

to things around him

they waken feelings

the first winds of autumn. 

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. 

 

It’s National Poetry Day Today!
National Poetry Day is the annual mass celebration on the first Thursday of October that encourages all to enjoy, discover and share poetry. This year, National Poetry Day takes place on 7 October 2021, and the theme is Choice.
National Poetry Day generates an explosion of activity nationwide, thousands of amazing events across the UK – on doorsteps and at kitchen tables, in gardens and streets, in schools, libraries and public spaces both online and offline – all celebrating poetry’s power to bring people together. 
The Day starts conversations, it encourages love of language – and best of all, it’s open to absolutely everyone to join in, quietly or noisily in rewarding and enjoyable ways. As the artform’s most visible moment, it showcases the ways in which poetry adds value to society.
The poem I have chosen to share is by the current Sheffield Poet Laureate, Warda Yassin called Weston Park

Weston Park

by Warda Yassin

l found the photograph in the brown suitcase with the clipped passports,
grandfather’s cassettes and those old red NHS logbooks.

Hooyo is wearing an oversized, white T-shirt and her sinewy curls
scamper across her shoulder blades, jet black eyes dare the moon.

Now, she will tell me these were unruly days of impromptu photo shoots,
ankle deep in primroses, the loneliness of motherhood in Edward Street flats.

Aragsan’s henna buzz-cut is the focus, turning everything bokeh,
even then ironclad, her smile reminding you why she married last.

One day, she will succumb to the community and gift her daughter with all
the ways to remain kind and good and modest. Then there’s Abdisalam

who’s only Abdi here. His face framed by a cloud of afro, ebony skin stark
against a sanguine smile. Soon, he will learn to answer to a half-name

as he juggles a half life – weekdays spent scolding sons for eyebrow slits
and fades; those Sundays longing to cut across his boyhood mountains.

© Warda Yassin


Warda Yassin

Warda Yassin is a British Somali poet and teacher based in Sheffield . Her debut pamphlet Tea With Cardamom (Smith|Doorstop) won the 2018 New Poets Prize. She won the 2020 Womens Poets’ Prize and is the current Sheffield Poet Laureate. Twitter @warda_ahy

To find out more and read, share and enjoy some of the selected poems follow the link

https://nationalpoetryday.co.uk/poems/

 

For many of us, rather than the end of summer, autumn signifies a new beginning; a return to a new school year, job or a new place to live, work or study or find refuge.

 I chose this poem as I hoped it would reflect this time of change which can conjure a range of different emotions, some positive such as excitement and anticipation but also uncertainty and doubt or relief. Inevitably this will be a time for reflection and adaptation and letting go.

Captured beautifully in the blog post 5 poems to inspire new beginnings the author of the blog The Motivation Angel, Christine Evangelou writes

“It is a chance for an entirely new cycle to begin in our lives- a beautiful time to inspire new beginnings.

Sometimes we hold on too tightly to what we know and what we have, and we lose sight of all that could possibly be. We drown out our desire in favour of comfort, and we dull the voice of our heart as fear settles into our body. But there is nothing more beautiful than a new beginning. It offers fresh hope and a sparkling new perspective on life.

We all deserve the beauty of a new beginning. We all deserve to forgive our past mistakes so that we can move forward once more. Letting go is a deep, misty and winding road of inner reflection. It is a brave journey, so appreciate and celebrate each small, tentative step you take forward.

Before you let go, you must allow yourself to let in. The sadness, the loss, the heartache. Keep what you need to move forward and softly kiss farewell to the rest. Make sure that you are healed and ready for something more. Something that breathes fresh life into your bones, sings a song to your soul, and blasts through the dark spaces to shine some newness back into your life.”

For A New Beginning | John O’Donohue- To Bless the Space Between Us

“In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you”

For more poems to inspire

https://themotivationangel.co.uk/inspiration/5-poems-to-inspire-new-beginnings/

 

I chose this poem because it reminds me that success comes in different forms and we all get to decide what success means to us. I think it's really easy to get swept away with the material things in life, and it feels important to recognise the power of experiences with loved ones.

'Looking Back'

Edgar A Guest


I might have been rich if I'd wanted the gold
instead of the friendships I've made.
I might have had fame if I'd sought for renown
in the hours when I purposely played.
Now I'm standing to-day on the far edge of life,
and I'm just looking backward to see
What I've done with the years and the days that were mine,
and all that has happened to me.

I haven't built much of a fortune to leave
to those who shall carry my name,
And nothing I've done shall entitle me now
to a place on the tablets of fame.
But I've loved the great sky and its spaces of blue;
I've lived with the birds and the trees;
I've turned from the splendor of silver and gold
to share in such pleasures as these.

I've given my time to the children who came;
together we've romped and we've played,
And I wouldn't exchange the glad hours spent
with them for the money that I might have made.
I chose to be known and be loved by the few,
and was deaf to the plaudits of men;
And I'd make the same choice should the chance
come to me to live my life over again.

I've lived with my friends and I've shared in their joys,
known sorrow with all of its tears;
I have harvested much from my acres of life,
though some say I've squandered my years.
For much that is fine has been mine to enjoy,
and I think I have lived to my best,
And I have no regret, as I'm nearing the end,
for the gold that I might have possessed.

 

Many people find using meditation or mindfulness will to help reduce stress. This is an ancient practice with its origins in Buddhist and other eastern traditions. If meditation or mindfulness does not work for you, immersing yourself in a short contemplative poem can be effective as the words and images they evoke can help you to focus and clear your mind of every other thought. This poem supplied by Jayne Tulip is a perfect example of this.


We invite you to empty your mind of other thoughts by absorbing yourself in the words, bringing alive the images in your imagination, taking yourself into the moment shared by the poet. 

This poem and other poems carefully picked to reduce stress can be found in the book “Stressed Unstressed”

Classic poems to ease the Mind

Published by William Collins 2016

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.


And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.


I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

 

 I have chosen this poem by Wendell Berry as it reminds me that the simplicity of nature can bring about a sense of calm and tranquility and help me gain perspective when I may be experiencing difficulty in my own life. By being an observer of nature going about it's business, shows me how to be peaceful within myself. I am a huge fan of spending time outdoors and connecting with nature and feel this poem sums up the power of what nature can do for us. It also feels extremely relevant as this week is mental health awareness week - and the theme is connecting with nature.

The Peace of Wild Things

Written by Wendell Berry



When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.


And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 

I chose this poem as during this time of change and uncertainty it offers some reassurance that things will get better. Lockdown restrictions are lifting; there might be feelings of anxiety around this change, and maybe the expectation that we should be happy. This poem offers reassurance and does not pretend that life is all fun or always perfect. There is also an acceptance that there is not always a need to dwell on the more painful aspects of life and sadness. There will be moments where we can look at life and its beauty and be reassured that someday and at some time things will be or feel all right.

Everything is Going To Be All Right

 by Derek Mahon


How should I not be glad to contemplate

the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window

and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?

There will be dying, there will be dying,

but there is no need to go into that.

The poems flow from the hand unbidden

and the hidden source is the watchful heart;

the sun rises in spite of everything

and the far cities are beautiful and bright.

I lie here in a riot of sunlight

watching the day break and the clouds flying.

Everything is going to be all right.

 

This poem was given to me years ago when I was going through a bereavement. Throughout that time I found it such a comfort to have this poem close by and it helped to remind myself that grief and loss isn’t something we just “get over”. But is more something that with time, can find its place in our lives and can change; maybe sometimes being in the foreground and other times being in the background. I know this year has been particularly difficult for everyone. Many of us have experienced bereavements or really felt the loss of social contact that has come from the lockdowns and restrictions. Over the years I have turned to this poem when I have experienced any kind of loss and it’s always provided the comfort that I have needed in those moments.

The Cure - By Albert Huffstickler 



We think we get over things. 

We don’t get over things.

Or say, we get over the measles

but not a broken heart. 

We need to make that distinction. 

The things that become part of our experience 

never become less a part of our experience. 

How can I say it? 

The way to “get over” a life is to die. 

Short of that, you move with it, 

let the pain be pain, 

not in the hope that it will vanish, 

but in the faith that it will fit in, 

find its place in the shape of things

and be then not any less pain but true to form. 

Because anything natural has an inherent shape 

and will flow towards it. 

And a life is as natural as a leaf.

That’s what we’re looking for:

not the end of a thing but the shape of it.

Wisdom is seeing the shape of your life

without obliterating, or getting over, a single 

instant of it.