What would I want to take with me when I leave this world?
My spirit rises
unencumbered by this life’s
winter shroud of pain
I leave earthly behind me
shedding the ephemeral
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Photo; Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Frank Tassone asked us to write a Jiesi death poem. Jisei were often written in waka (tanka) or haiku, but death poems are not restricted to those forms. What is essential is the expression of both imminent death and the significance of life in the face of it. In this sense, Jisei is the poetry of both memorial and celebration.
I decided to write my own death poem as a reflection of the struggles of this earth and the joy of setting my spirit free in death as I leave it all behind! This poem evolved out of a longer poem I did a couple of year ago called When My Spirit Rises. This is written in the Tanka format.
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I’ve never heard of a Jiesi death poem. The tanka and the photograph work very well together.
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Thank you Liz. I never heard of it either. Frank loves the study of Japanese poetry and writing in the different forms. I am glad you liked my presentation.
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What I’m coming to find out is that there is a LOT to Japanese poetry.
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It has a lot of facets!
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Dwight, this is a very strong and beautiful poem. I like writing in the Tonka format. It works very well in this poem. I especially like that you end the poem with the word “ephemeral.” To me, this emphasizes the fact that death is an inevitable, natural occurrence.
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Thank you Cheryl. That was my thought as well. It is not something to be feared for life is ephemeral and we are not expecting to live on this earth forever. Hopefully the best is yet to come!
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The ephemeral which we lived for through the long short life, which mattered most till that one moment severes and frees us.
Your poem is lovely, shows a beautiful side to end of life, almost like when we lie down on the bed to rest at the end of a arduous yet engaging journey, knowing the hardships and challenges are over and it’s safe and pleasant to reminisce on what we experienced.
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Thank you Deb. I appreciate your thoughtful analysis of my poem. You have captured my thoughts very well.
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There is a feeling of knowing that a life is complete in this.
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One door closes and another opens.
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The first line says it all.
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful poem Roth and I am always fastenated by the amount of different kinds of poetry there is. I love the idea of this one and your senitments are deeply felt and felt deeply with a sense of a life well lived~! ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you Cindy. When the time comes it comes and I hope to live to the full until then! I appreciate you kind words.
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you are so welcome Dwight! Yes, you are so right and I know you will live to the fullest! That’s who you are! ❤️
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:>)
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Lovely, Dwight.🙏
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Thank you Jeff!
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Your words tell me you are at peace with what will happen.
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Thanks Lisa! At the moment this is true. Not sure what the future holds, but that is for another day!
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This is what I was thinking too… I think it’s something very healthy for all people to aspire towards.
Dwight, this is lovely, as usual.
Shabbat Shalom to you from Jerusalem!
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Thank you so much! An Shabbat Shalom to you from North Carolina!
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Beautiful. I appreciate the explanation with it. I learnt something new today. 🙏❤️
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Thank you so much for your comment! I am glad you liked my poem!
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You are welcome.
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I think we’re probably more afraid of death these days because we imagine we’re invincible, but in reality it’s all part of the cycle of life and nothing to fear. Life’s beauty comes from its ephemerality.
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we take nothing but the imprints of good /bad with us … loved ones, belongings, education, status all evaporate into the ether
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Yes, and yet so many of us struggle for all the things that don’t have any lasting matter! Thank you Kate!
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and acquiring those things can often cause harm along the way … working too hard we neglect family … easier to be content that wanting more and better Dwight!
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Yes, you are right!
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We live forever in what we leave behind, that is the only way. I like your writing and photos.
Joanna
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Thank you Gaby! I appreciate your comments!
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What a beautiful way to go, Dwight, unencumbered except for acceptance.
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Thank you Kim! It is the only way to go…
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Beautiful and enigmatic…❤
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome
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“Winter shroud of pain” is such a beautiful description, Dwight, sharp and incisive, hinting that the shedding of the “ephemeral” won’t be unwelcome.
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A very good friend of mine died today. This post with your beautiful poem was just the comfort I needed. Thank you, {{{Dwight}}} ❤ God bless you!
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I am so sorry you lost your friend! I am also glad the poem spoke to you, You are very welcome!
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Wow Dwight, this is potent and beautiful. Extremely well written!
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Thanks Rob, I really appreciate your kind affirmation!
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What a splendid outlook, Dwight!
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Thank you so much!
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It will feel good to shed the material. In life, it weighs us down. (K)
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It will be freedom to the max!
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I get a sense of coming full circle here.
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Yes, that seems to be the way I believe it works.
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Leaving the living is just like snow falling…
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There is a sense of serenity in your poem, part of the circle of life.
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Yes, that is the way I feel about it. Thank you Merril.
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