Posted by Ben Naga
THE SUICIDE NOTE
Not telling you why
One simple final act of
Posted on April 26, 2020, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged Death, Suicide. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.
No scarlet slit
No empty bottle
Of pills or booze.
No rope to throttle
Yet blood will ooze.
Jumped from a great hight
Soul fledged and flew into the night.💜
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THE DEAR DEPARTED
My mother one day
Handed in her jewellery
At the manager’s office
And stopped eating
Enough is enough
Is that true, if so it’s very hard to accept but what will.
Yes, it’s a true story. I respected her wishes and admire her strength of mind. She was always very strong willed and I’ve always thought suicide to be a basic human right.
Yes I do agree but still sorry for you, in a good way 💜
Liked your poem BTW. 🙂 ❤️
Thank you 💜
This is so powerful, Ben. And then I read your comment about your mother – equally powerful. Belated condolences, Ben…. that must’ve been awfully hard on you.
These two pieces are not related to one another. “The Dear Departed” was inspired by Willowdot’s poem, although the details of my mother’s departure have been in the back of my mind for some time awaiting their time to come forth as a poem. I have spoken of it before in at least one comment somewhere or other. I have no idea why “The Suicide Note” appeared although I dimly recall decades back reading something about suicide being (sometimes?) used (not always consciously) as a way to punish one or more other people. I don’t believe my mother’s decision was any more than what my poem says: she had had enough. Her death was not hard on me at all actually. While I held no bad will towards her and in fact travelled the length of the country to say a final farewell (which I know she appreciated; her face lit up when she saw me and that felt good) but while there was some love and appreciation any close bond broke when I was 5 or 6. I can still easily picture the very moment. We were very very different people and sometimes that frightened her. She even hinted at that several times. She never could understand who I was or how I felt and acted. A karmic lesson for one another I guess
I think you are probably the only person I know who bothers to find time to read tags and comments. I appreciate that and admire you for it. I am also grateful that you do me this honour. You are a rather special person, Betty, I think. ❤️
Ben, thank you for sharing this with me about your mother. How hard that must’ve been for you as a child. But as you say, possibly a karmic lesson for one another. (I’ve heard that we often arrange the mutual circumstances of our relationships with others before each incarnation in order to experience and learn.) I’m glad you were able to see her at the end and that her face lit up. That tells me something.
As for being special, I would say the same thing about you, my friend. ❤️🙂
Thank you, Betty.
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“You should stop words and letters, and learn to withdraw and reflect on yourself. When you do so, your body and mind will naturally fall away, and your original Buddha nature will appear.” – Dogen.