"Be the peace you wish to see in the world." - Martin Luther King, Jr.
Patsy Rahn’s poetry and prose is published in various journals and anthologies. Her book, The Grainy Wet Soul, is available from bookstores online. In 2021, she received the People's Choice Award from the 5th Open Eurasion Literary Festival of Festivals. Videos of her readings can be found on her website and You Tube.
Welcome to the Poets Weave. I'm Romayne Rubinas Dorsey. Patsy, what poems have you brought for us today?
A history lesson
We are all a part of history
each day we become
more historical,
the world will forever be
what it wasn’t before we came.
Our bones carved by meteors
our skin and blood mingled
with the blood of dinosaurs
blood of pharaohs
blood of grey spiders
and molecules of brown twig.
we breathe in the moment
exhale the past
grip the present
and grab for the future.
we interconnect and break apart,
reconnect and form invisible bonds
our feelings create dialogues of
transparent music
blasting or blurring the line between
you and me.
We are divine,
We are sacred,
We are challenged to change
in order to change the one
molecule
that just might save the world.
into life
we are shedding past shadows
like a stripper
unburdening herself,
we are staring out into the raging storm
wishing the rain would wash off
aged angers, hurts, and hates,
to reveal our naked selves.
we are slowly peeling away
the used dead skin, light as
butterfly wings,
this transparent skin
is imprinted with our pores,
our original stamp of caterpillarness
from before the transfiguration,
before the tribulations and tasks,
until we reveal the genuine,
a resurrection of restructuring, redefining,
re-entering back into life.
after all
This body, when I die,
will melt and decompose,
chemically turning from human
to earthy elements,
joining the community of molecules
blown by the wind,
carried in the sea,
heated in the earth,
recomposing to compounds
eaten by the duck,
swallowed by the fish,
inhaled by the person
sitting on the sand
staring at the sea,
contemplating
life.
living as if
it is not futile
it is not a fruit hill
it is not a moat moor
it is not a weak core
it is not a way of wiles
nor a hay of piles
it is not a solo singing
nor a one wing winging
it is not a sea sighting
nor a tree trending
it is not a measure taken
nor a conclusion given
it is the hands of sand
the blood of sky
the hour of plenty
the was of want
it is loving and leavening
baking your heart
bleeding for your life.
You've been listening to the poetry of Patsy Rahn on the Poets Weave. I'm Romayne Rubinas Dorsey.
