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The Geisha

April 16, 2016

 Geisha picture 2016

The tragedy in Japan continues.

I wrote this short poem listening to Shakuhachi artists. The sound of their intertwining flutes, poignant, heartbreaking, set this poem going. The raw, alien nature of their music was transporting, bringing peace.


 Lady Nyo


The Geisha


Moon sits low

above solemn pines.

The night is cold.

As dawn breaks

the geisha kneels, waiting.


Plum tea kimono wraps

her tightly-

white would be right

color of mourning,

color of death.


Her lover, disgraced

has embraced


blood the sacrifice

to wipe clean a

particular stain.


She to follow

Honor fulfilled,

death follows death

rigid path of decree.


A life mostly of sorrow.


Opening her gown,

she exposes white skin,

her maid, quietly weeps

slides back the shoji

exposing a winter landscape-

white snow on rocks

white snow like her skin

soft, soon to disappear,

one to melt,

one to white ash.


Yes, life mostly of sorrow.



winter is silent,

no wind at all,

snow falling like silken petals

Ah! She will never see spring

or cherry blossom time!


Floating over muted,

glassine air

comes the sound-

two monks

playing flutes

to welcome the day.

Shakuhachi artists,

mournful sound,

sound that brings

peace to an anxious heart.



She bows her head,

picks up the tanto-

and opens the vein.


Blood of her line

answers to that

of another.



So full of sorrow.



Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2015

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