New Beginnings – A Tanka

New Beginnings

As winds start to blow
Autumn takes the last flower 
Dropping withered seeds
Back to hardened, fallow earth
Destined to be born again


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Frank Tassone is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with Jisei (Japanese Death Poems)

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.





  28 comments for “New Beginnings – A Tanka

  1. November 21, 2020 at 2:25 am

    This sounds so barren and hopeless until the turn at the final line: beautiful!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 21, 2020 at 8:42 am

      Thanks Ingrid

  2. rob kistner
    November 20, 2020 at 3:45 pm

    Beautiful reflection on the cycle of life Christine, well written.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 4:20 pm

      Thank you so much Rob. I love squeezing it into a tanka. I do post Haikus every single day … they teach
      me to condense my thoughts ☺️

  3. November 20, 2020 at 7:57 am

    And THAT, Ladies and gentlemen, is how it’s done. Jisei-wonderful, Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:41 pm

      Awww so sweet of you Ron. Thanks so much. I love a Tanka and now I’m loving Jisei ☺️

  4. November 20, 2020 at 7:47 am

    I wonderful poem, Christine, giving us hope of new life, even in the darkest of times.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:39 pm

      Thanks Chris. What’s old is new and what dies lives again 🥰

  5. November 20, 2020 at 4:47 am

    I love the sounds in your tanka, Christine, the ‘ow’ in ‘blow’, ‘flower’ and ‘fallow’ together with ‘withered’ makes a powerful wuthering sound. The ending is full of hope.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:38 pm

      Thank you Kim. For some reason I was back in primary school and we were doing nature study and learning how to germinate seeds ☺️ Happy memories.

  6. November 20, 2020 at 12:35 am

    Here’s a song for your poem….
    https://youtu.be/_nWl7YGjIuU

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:34 pm

      Beautiful Ivor. Thank you 🥰

      • November 20, 2020 at 1:50 pm

        My pleasure Christine

  7. November 19, 2020 at 10:42 pm

    I love your poem of death and the hope for renewed life!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:33 pm

      Thanks Dwight. It’s inevitable, isn’t it 🙂

  8. November 19, 2020 at 10:41 pm

    No matter what, no matter who, no matter when, the seeds of new life are always waiting in the wings to germinate when the time is right. Very daoist, Christine!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:32 pm

      Very eloquently said Lisa. Thanks for wise words 🥰

      • November 20, 2020 at 3:25 pm

        🙂 <3

  9. November 19, 2020 at 10:10 pm

    That cycle is what keeps us going.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:21 pm

      Yes, it makes wonder if we are t all just specks of energy and we just keep going and going 🙂

  10. November 19, 2020 at 9:46 pm

    Love this poem

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:12 pm

      Thank you ☺️💕

      • November 20, 2020 at 7:50 pm

        You’re welcome 😉

  11. November 19, 2020 at 9:15 pm

    And autumn winds are blowing… but all is “Destined to be born again”.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:12 pm

      Thank you so much ☺️ It’s the circle of life for all living things for sure 💕

  12. November 19, 2020 at 8:54 pm

    Powerful, powerful writing.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 20, 2020 at 12:09 pm

      Thank you so much Lucy. I am always comfortable writing about nature 🙂💕

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