poets of change

By Reenah L. Golden
(a call & response)

You are the poets
[you know it]
You are the know-ers and see-ers
who will count and be counted amongst
the keepers of time
of history
of life
of knowledge
of truth
You are the poets
[you know it]
You are the ones who will
write the new stories and
re-tell the old ones with
new twists and curves,
shape the tomorrow promises
and blend the today memories
into clay
into mortar
into flint
into stone
You are the poets
[you know it]
You are the ones who will
sing the windsong and break through
the foggy mist that hides
the lies
the slander
the snickering cowards
You will slay them with your fearless observations
and carefully paraphrased quotations
meant for believers only.
You are the poets
[you know it]
the last b-boys and b-girls
the last painters and sculptures
the last warriors and queen mothers
the last orators and griots
the last originals
the last idealists
the last realists
the last sayers
the last players
you are the last
so write with visible ink
erase nothing
make permanent and clearly identifiable your marks
pass the plate around and contribute your most valuable jewels
dance wildly and shake lose the Words
sleep with a pen in hand and
remember your dreams, record them and
read them before sunrise
memorize your thoughts
carry your journal always
and write even when you don’t
read everything and rearrange the words often
case your world and find your stage
leave nothing off of your page
eat well balanced meals
feed your mind with love, light and beauty
because that
is what poems are
made of, and poems
are what life i 
is made of.
And in life you must know,
and never forget,
that you are poets.
And poets
are what
is made of.


© Copyright Reenah L. Golden. 2008