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Jisei – Japanese Death Poems

In ancient Japanese, Chinese and Korean cultures, a practice was used at the time of death to capture the last words spoken. This practice was called jisei (in Japan) or death poem

Written below are my entries for DVersePoets’ most recent prompt. Written By Grace from Bodhirose’s Blog, the challenge is to write a haiku or tanka in the theme of Jisei. Check out her fantastic post about them on the DVerse Poet’s Pub here!

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Jisei – A Tanka

You can fall further

than your heart would have believed

into your own mind.

It eats you alive this thing,

mind, body and soul, all gone.

Jesei – A Haiku

In part it’s for you,

all these words scattered around,

they will outlast me.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

32 Comments

  1. The greatest REAL Thrill
    of Losing heArt..
    spiRit and soUl
    in Life
    is never
    ever fearing
    Life again..
    once the
    REAL PHOENIX
    THE REAL REBORN
    THE REAL HUMAN
    RESURRECTION
    THE CRUX OF WHAT
    similarly AFFECTED FOLKS
    have been trying to metaphor
    for
    several
    thousand
    years..
    LITERALLY
    IMPOSSIBLE
    FOR FOLKS WHO
    HAVE NOT BEEN
    TO THIS DEATH
    IN LIFE
    TO UNDERSTAND
    WHAT RESURRECTION
    TRULY
    means
    or Life
    at ALL..

    Missing
    Leaves
    of Meadows
    Green

    fall

    missing

    Incomplete..:)

  2. I love your haiku! What a legacy our words leave. I once estimated all the words on my blog, which will likely still be here when I die, and I was quite astounded. Peace, Linda

  3. Your tanka has a powerful and decisive feel to it which I really like and your haiku makes me wonder how many words I’ll leave behind… Thanks for joining in with my prompt today.

    Gayle ~

  4. Glenn Buttkus says

    The tanka is bold & the tone is clear without mentioning the dark elephant in the room, but as others have noted, the haiku is killer. The same thing happened with my poem. Nice touch to include what we will leave behind. My grandfather left 300 paintings. Poetry is yet another animal; words might fade & slip by unless a family member or friend preserves them.

    • Indeed. I always think that one day, hopefully many, many years in the future when I’m gone, that my writing may at least act as a way for future generations to get to know the family members before them.
      But 300 paintings sounds amazing. What sort of style did he paint in?

  5. Nice contrast between the two. I especially loved the haiku, with that wonderful first line ‘in part it’s for you’ – but just in part.

  6. The tanka is excellent, the haiku soars. One of my treasures is a small bundle of letters written by my great grandmother to her 7 year old daughter, my grandmother. Celia was slowly dying of TB and she wanted to speak to her daughter when she was not there. there is also a letter to her sister asking for love and care of “my precious Josie”. Indeed, her words are still here and true.

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