a fitting farewell
her final post a whisper
keeper of secrets
Jennifer / jennifer kiley / jk (Marge) was The Secret Keeper. My interaction with The Secret Keeper was limited to her weekly writing challenge and her haiku review challenge, but through her blog I came to understand some of the challenges she faced in life.
Since you’re only seeing one side of a person through their blog, I recognize that connecting with someone in that way is a limited experience, but it’s still troubling to lose someone you may never have met. Through The Secret Keeper’s blog, her partner, Shawn MacKenzie, informed us of Marge’s last days of failing health (here) and of her final passing (here).
A regular feature for The Secret Keeper was quotes from The Remembrance of Things Past, by Marcel Proust, some of which are common to many of us as inner secrets. One of the earliest was:
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy;
they are the charming gardeners
who make our souls blossom” – Marcel Proust
And her last was:
“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner darkroom, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.” – Marcel Proust
This link will take you to her collection of Weekly Writing Prompts.
Here are her prompts for her Haiku Review Challenge.
When All Are Refugees
Sails drop, worthless
in this gale. Safe harbor
nowhere in sight, we drift,
helpless against the rocks strewn
by our own master, the anchor chain
wrapped round our legs.
When times are so out of joint,
there is no inner peace,
and all are outsiders.
This is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #178,
with the words rock, joint, inner, sight & sail.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons
Storm in the Sea, by Ludolf Bakhuizen
lucid, this vision, my one
his face pale,
in shades of charcoal
fading, even as I wake
a blank page, waiting
for darkness to return,
the years erased
This is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #175,
with the words charcoal, shade, pale, wake & lucid.
Image source: worthpoint.com
charcoal drawing by Vincent van Gogh
Lightning strikes in the night,
and blankets pull tighter, wrapping a dream
of daylight, where fear is framed within
crisp shadows, with a clarity that remains
on waking and late into the day,
the threat of storm long forgotten, yet
the uneasiness easily remembered.
This is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #170,
with the words late, storm, frame, strike & wrap.
Image source: pixabay.com – member/skeeze (edited here)
never looking forward.
The sound of privileged
without removing the pain
of a future no different
from the past.
This is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #162, with the words lock, step, numb, past & sound.
Image source: J Scott Applewhite/Associated Press, via Vermont Public Radio
in acoustic reflection
from a weary soul
flood of emotions
precious words misspent
burying the past
with blanket of emotions
and a heavy heart
This senryū trio is in response to Haiku Review Challenge – The Staves Winter Trees,
by The Secret Keeper.
The short film offered for review is an animated music video for “Winter Trees” by The Staves, produced by Karni and Saul, found on Vimeo.
false depth perception
annoyance on a grand scale
through land, sea, and sky
This senryū is in response to Haiku Review Challenge – Pujotellua, by The Secret Keeper.
The short film offered for review is Pujotellua by Kemialliset Ystävät, which is the official music video for a track from SIIPI IMPII, found on Vimeo.