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.
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.