Announcing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans, I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you. Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before. Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends. Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge. Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it. Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars. In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet. Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. He is indeed alive and well, and very much at peace, in an eternal dimension existing outside of time and space. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early! Blessings, Admin Carolyn
JOYFUL JOURNEYS by Carolyn Glackin And perhaps one day we'll see That every teardrop on our face Has served to pave the way To a more peaceful state of grace And though we've all endured much hardship Endless turmoil, strife, and fears On the other side of that Awaits the happiest of years For it all amounts to something Each time a lesson's learned And each one has its purpose For each teaching has been earned So may the path of peace e'er guide us May inner wisdom lead the way May truth and love unite us Throughout our journeys, come what may. Copyright Carolyn Glackin May 8, 2021
DISAMBIGUATION OF THE SOUL DIVER by Carolyn Glackin Sometimes, the smallness of this world seems huge to me; but then again, so does its bigness The thought overwhelms me, and I don't really know how to reconcile it in my mind There's so much to do here, so much yet to be done I dive deep, swim like mad for a while and then come up for air I don't waste time thinking about how much is left to be done, because I know I'll be right back at it tomorrow Instead, I'm simply grateful for the opportunity The opportunity to do some good, to bring some change, to direct the flow, to dive deep without fear, so that once in a while, I can actually save someone from drowning There are a lot of near death experiences here; all presumably caused by the largeness and smallness of things, because you wouldn't believe how that stuff tends to weigh on the mind and cause folks to start drowning, right there in the perpetuity of their own self-created puddles I learned to swim early on though Didn't matter if I wanted to or not, I didn't have the luxury of choice at the time; and come to think of it, I'm glad I didn't, because I might have said no, and then the two of us would both be drowning, praying like mad for some experienced soul diver to come and save us, and by God, that lot can be mighty hard to find... You don't have to look too hard for me though, because nowadays I actually like swimming, and I do it often Sure, I get in too deep now and then, take on a little too much, try to hold on to a few too many, all while knowing I can't possibly help or save them all I got you though, and I'm not letting go, ok? 'Cause I know there's plenty of air up at the top for both of us; and you know what? We're gonna rise up together! Amen. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 4/19/2021
It occurred to me that the awesomely amazing souls at @writersbay are deserving of a dedication piece too, so this one's for them! Please pardon the simplicity of it, as it's not intended as a challenge submission, it's merely meant to thank and acknowledge them for all that they do for us each day. ♥️
Dear wondrous challenge weavers at Writers Bay, your #weekendc challenge has fostered and spread so much love and joie de vivre throughout the forum this weekend (special thanks to @antarraal for my dedication piece ♥️), that I couldn't let the moment pass without offering you a few well deserved words of appreciation! Thank you for continually motivating, inspiring, and encouraging us through your innovative, creative, wonderful challenges! So many members here look forward to them, as they eagerly await the new challenge post each day! We also appreciate your considerable efforts to read and comment on the submissions, which in turn inspires members to keep writing and participating. Your commendable contributions here are much needed and much appreciated. We hope you'll continue to grace us with your auspicious presence, and stoke our literary fires for a long time to come! Huge, heartfelt thanks for doing all that you do! Blessings, Carolyn
P.S. Still on break, missing everybody, and doing my best to get back here soon. ♥️
This piece was inspired by the nausea and vertigo I've been dealing with for about a week now. As there's not much that I can do about it, I did what we writers do when we're unable to do anything else. I wrote about it. Thank you for reading!
P.S. I'll be mostly inactive until this situation resolves. See you soon. ♀️
VERTIGO by Carolyn Glackin Boy, you got me reeling Like I'm spinning in space Swaying back and forth E'er since I first saw your face Caught up in this motion I don't know what to do Going nowhere, yet I'm moving Ever closer to you Don't know how it happened Guess you caught me off guard Feelin' like a lunatic Life is hittin' me hard Babe you got me rockin' Like the waves in the ocean But it's time to cool it down I need to quell this commotion You shook the ground before me When you stepped on this Earth You showed me your true power So I'd know what you're worth No need to get it twisted Don't pull the rug from beneath me You gotta know by now I prize the love you bequeath me Never mind the past Let's move together in time Come find me in the beat Of every word that I rhyme You can be my rock 'Cause you're so steady and strong And I can keep us grounded We won't waver for long You got me straight up syncopatin' In this unchecked syncope Gettin' vertical with vertigo Between you and me Come on, let's shake it loose We'll be together, yet free. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 4/9/2021
Although song/book/movie/etc. titles can't be copyrighted, I'd still like to mention that I make no claim on the title "Vertigo," as it's been used multiple times by multiple people. Aside from that, and the painting, all else is of my own creation.
ACCOUTREMENT by Carolyn Glackin Let your love be my one and only adornment And that will be enough Let me be draped exclusively In the ornate finery that is you Let your kisses cover me from head to toe Like a sparkling gossamer gown Shining and resplendent And as soft as eiderdown Let the fiery heat of your passion Enrobe me with its sultry glow As that would be the finest garment This skin could ever know Decked out to the nines Oh how your ardour makes me shine Silky satin, so sublime It all withstands the test of time Never cold and never bare Despite the crispness of the air Your loving arms are always there They give me comfort, like a prayer Thus if I could choose one accoutrement I wouldn't mind the hue Style and fabric wouldn't matter So long as it was you So dress me in your love, my darling And I'll dress you in mine We'll revel in love's wardrobe Our sacred union, so divine. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 4/6/2021
*Artwork credited to one of my favorite artists: Ines Honfi.
P.S. Thank you for your continued patience while I remain on a brief break from reading and reposting.
Heartfelt thanks to all of the genuine readers and supporters out there, because you are what motivates a writer to keep writing, and you are all so truly appreciated!! ♥️
@mirakee and @writersnetwork Teams, the motion, inspiration, support, and encouragement y'all provide for us on a daily basis are extremely appreciated and beyond compare!! Thank you wholeheartedly for doing what you do! ♥️
DEARLY DEPARTING by Carolyn Glackin I guess I'll go now, fade away I'll bid adieu, I've naught to say Words are scarce when times are tough Please let me go, don't call my bluff The time has come, this now must end Please understand, I beg you friend You're burning bridges, I'm mending fences And there shall be no recompenses You've filled me up with sad saudade I should have known, I overstayed Sweet chantilly, linen, lace Forever strewn about your face And nothing dearer can e'er replace The truth of you, your saving grace You're building castles in the skies With rosy glasses o'er your eyes And here I stand as I surmise I'm better off without replies So goodbye kitchen, fare thee well Goodbye house of untold hell So long bedroom, I'll miss you most I'm there no more, I'll be a ghost Arrivederci, bon voyage! I'm taking leave of this montage The scene is set, the curtains drawn Goodbye old friend, adios, I'm gone. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 3/29/2021
Gotta love that artwork, right?! That's one way to leave home, I suppose.
Those nights etched in my memory Breathe out memories every day I'll sit up late at night to wonder If you were here then what'd I say I've carved out a pocket in my blanket Where I'll hide your poems to read When happy faces fall asleep With your poems I'll proceed To remember lovely dreams And cherish how they blossomed As autumn of our hopes shined And you won my heart endlessly A loosely held torch paves way For your words to warm my bed On tightrope of beautiful images We'll tie shiniest stars in a thread Trading heartbeats for a few songs We'll sing to horizon all our tales Far beyond our sight gets born On moon a wandering snail He leaves behind stardust As he glides upon the moon Writing your name in darkness It covers the sky soon And you shine till eternity In all hearts who dearly love you And today my beloved father A tearful farewell I bid you.
We'll meet beyond this world one day And nothing then will stop me from holding you I'll kiss the back of your hand my maestro And bow to the bard who always blessed me With his words he brought out the best in me I'll miss you, my love, my father, I'll miss you But I'm happy I'm really happy to know you're at peace Dear Haiku King You'll be my king till my last breath And alive in my heart till its last beat I love you, sir, I love you!
I still remember when I joined this community all I wanted was to be a part of a family of such wonderful writers as Carolyn ma'am, Sam pa, Geetanjali ma'am, John sir, Geraldine ma'am and many more who left in the way or are still with us. These writers weren't normal human beings to me. They were special and a word of praise from them meant the world to me. All I wanted was acceptance but I got much more than that in this family. I got love. I was loved and I was guided in all ways one can imagine. I joined at 14 and I've recently turned 18 while a lot chaged in this family but not the way it loved everyone who came knocking upon Mirakee's door. The small town I grew up in didn't have a library and neither did my school have one. Therefore to quench my thirst for words I read online. That's how I stumbled upon Mirakee and it's the best thing that ever happened to me. Thanks to the likes of John sir, a beautiful person and a father figure in my life who recently left us in search of a more peaceful place, that I believed for first time in my life that I could become a writer. All I am today is because of this family. All that's there to my personality is because of this family. And today I lost a father. But I'm happy to know he's at peace and I pray for him with all my heart. I wanted to thank you, sir. I wanted to write a dedication long ago but always made a point to write one when I'll publish my first book and dedicate it to our family here. One should never delay expressing gratitude and today I learnt it the hard way. But in my heart I believe you can still hear me and our hearts are connected together, lemme say, thank you soo much for everything. For everything, my love, I thank you with all my heart.
I remember when we talked of old songs. I said how much I loved "Stairway to heaven" and you told me most of it was written spontaneously one night by Jimmy Page and Robert Plant. I remember when you said, "Zaid, you say you don't believe in God and I say, God bless you." This stuck to my heart forever. You always used to say, "You're such a fine young man" and "Proud of you, son. Keep it up." And all I could think was having a father I always asked for. There are so many memories running wild through my mind I can't find words to express but I know you've already felt them. I know you're there for me and much closer than you were before. My first novel will bear "To my beloved father, John Solomon." And in my heart you'll be alive and happy forever. God bless you, sir, God bless you. Farewell my father, farewell.
And I wanna thank you @lovenotes_from_carolyn ma'am. You've always helped me and not just me but everyone here in the family. This place is a family because of you and I can never thank you enough for all you've done and still continue to do for us all. Stay safe and healthy ma'am, you're the soul of this place.
I wrote this piece after a long conversation with an old friend who has a progressive spinal disease that is slowly taking the function of her arms and legs. I couldn’t imagine having to live through such a challenging existence. I thought about the countless people who did. Returning home from the conversation, I was compelled to write the following, both for my friend, and all others who struggle. The heartfelt emotion, I distilled in thanks, to a “Captivating Conversation.”
One wonders why I resort to cliché and chaos, black and blue
When talking about you, its true.
...true that prose relies on such things, But now it feels like silence sings But know it what eloquence brings.
Heard the words, spoken from soul. Seen the shine, from heart of gold. Felt the chill, from winter’s cold.
You feel in italics,
And speak in bold
As verse breaks from allegory terse tongue can’t tell your story My mind gives way to worry,
Ties that bind won't lose faith. Be strong: don’t lose face. Your hope can’t be replaced
Let each morn’ sun mark new chance begun: The game just started But you've already won.
Let each eve’s moon Be your ballast and boon. You’ve nearly touched top; You'll be there soon!!
You face fears, perilous plights Still see solutions, with your stainless sight. Take pride; you inspire, not with flair or fire; It's your soul that's admired!
Your tests, so tough I would falter, closing eyes; Blind to how and why: How you stay strong, and why can't I?
Rising above crowds, you top the throngs You have the right to prove doubt wrong. You can grow old still feeling young.
S T O R I E S O F R A I N ( journey from heart of moments to the heart of memories)
Fog on the window glasses and me that half-open eyed.. It's raining heavily outside.The raindrops pour in at the window panes and on the planes of terrace soaking the Ivies in their embrace.I hear the whistles of a wind-chime whistling with the whirls of wind,I can smell the scent of narcissus and the white-jasmines out-of a drenched blind. These chimes just remind me of the tinkles of love-locks and smell of flowers once again bring back the aroma of memories
Rains do not come alone,they always fall down carrying a cascade of stories from the sky to earth,the extant moments raising from the wailings of wet hearts,pleas of parched souls to the names on the wall.And settling down in the perfumes of petrichor,in hues of a weeping wisteria that knows the art of healing all.Rat-a-tat, burbling.... The drops of rain pass polishing the tangerine tinge of moments under the shade of memories that once again are hoisted in an envelope of soft spouts of sentiments. A sudden little blow of zephyr stiring a smooch, the legion pits picking rain drops to fill them up,the cloud of contours busy dancing to the tiptoes of rain take you on a ride down the stairs of memory lane.While the sound of rimjhim is a remedy for it washes away all the sorrow and pain
From children splashing water on one another, pushing cars stranded in the knee deep water on roads,floating paper-boats and shouting deep with joy to the melody of blue whistling thrush and blowing kites to the first beam of sun, it's all about the journey from moments to memories...Dew drops on the rose petals look like glassy earrings hanging down the ears of a bride, the birds bathing in the puddle-muddy water-pits look for the colors of rainbow the way the hands of a bride look for the color of mehendi.. ~SG