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Seppuku*

A holy river runs through us - 

the river of life -

With its twists and its turns,

and its banks out of sight.

(early morning misty light

scatter these dregs of the night –

O! the unbidden tears!)

Flotsam and jetsam

of years pass me  by

Swirl in a whirlpool

Float in the sky.

(the azure blue heat-haze sky

of  childhoods all gone by)

Down in the depths,

murky and drear,

Listen to the heartbeats

taste the iron fear....

Swim against the current -

in a tangle of weed - 

stop in a hurry - 

Is that all that we'll need?

floating along at our bull-rush ease

we stare quietly at the sun, 

as we begin slowly to bleed.

It cannot be undone.

Seppuku (Japanese: 切腹, “cutting [the] belly”), sometimes referred to as harakiri (腹切り, “abdomen/belly cutting”, a native Japanese kun reading), is a form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment.

 

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KINVARA ROAD 1986 ►

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John Marks

Mon 6th May 2019 16:52

Thank you very much Jason. I am not a very confident writer - thus I usually revise too much - but this poem just came to me, and I only knew it was about harikari when I'd completed it. Yes, it is like a chant, like the sound of water rushing over stones. I chanted it as I wrote it, in my head. Thanks for noticing Jason. John

The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand.” Rumi.

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 5th May 2019 22:14

I absolutely love this. It is really well written but also an absolute joy to recite. Brilliant! So glad I added you onto my favourites.

J.

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