Prescription For The Disillusioned

is an invitation to enter into a world of the magical mundane, a meditation on the curious and unique life given to everyone. These poems cherish the quotidian and commonplace experience as the precious gift it is.

The poems are a response to the human condition, a conversation with life and loss, as well as an uncovering of the mystical in the day-to-day walk that we call our lives.

At times political, at times personal, the poet  reaches through the pain or struggle to the treasures that are hidden in plain sight.

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Prescription For The Disillusioned … a selection

 

Prescription For The Disillusioned

Come new to this day.

Remove the rigid

overcoat of experience,

the notion of knowing,

the beliefs that cloud

your vision.

Leave behind the stories

of your life. Spit out the

sour taste of unmet expectation.

Let the stale scent of what-ifs

waft back into the swamp

of your useless fears.

Arrive curious, without the armor

of certainty, the plans and planned

results of the life you’ve imagined.

Live the life that chooses you, new

every breath, every blink of

your astonished eyes.

Begin

Begin anywhere,

the white-haired woman hangs laundry,

wide sheets and delicate blouses.

A line stretches across a burning

horizon of impossible blue. The

Mediterranean, our origins. Or begin


in line in a bank, the same hour

in another bank, in another country

a bomb strapped to a serious young man.

Flash, obscene white light,

renews again, chaos and creation. This

too, the palette to place hues of time.


Boredom: a beginning, familiarity,

routine. The gate swings closed. What

is enclosed, ensconced?

The church bell bongs the hour

an echo of time to come, time

contained, time gone.

Begin with tools: a hammer,

a hoe. A moment under gathering

clouds, a child, with blistered palms,

turns soil, the earnest immigrant,

on a steep San Francisco roof,

repairs the world, extends, renews


time. Begin by asking: who

am I? Allow sea, sky, bird

chatter  to answer. Ask

again, know there is no

answer but the mirror of the moment,

a window in the heart.

Begin anywhere to listen, look.

So little within our grasp,

our control, our foolish mammalian

understanding. Begin now:

What is this? Who am I? 

Keep asking.

Mundane

We want to live life on a nobler plane,

More eloquent arguments, more elegant

Intentions.   We imagine ourselves living

scripts, perfectly written, great exits.

 

Instead we fold clothes, wash our cars. 

Some days the plants need water.

The cat needs its shots.  There is weeding,

Then pruning.  Then everything

All over again.

 

Today I found yesterday’s dirt, stubborn earth

Still lodged contentedly beneath my fingernails.

My fingers are stained with tannin

From persistent forget-me-nots plucked

Constantly, who constantly refuse to be forgotten.

 

Why bother myself with the Big Questions,

The Big Answers?    The soil, the clothes folded neatly,

Or lying dirty in the basket, these pages

Blank then filling--these are the

Boundaries which contain my exits,

Great or just exits.  Commonplace and enough.

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The best of these poems perform a kind of transubstantiation of the mundane to reveal the miraculous, often with an arrival at the imperative voice. “You must be/Willing to stop/Naming even yourself,” she writes in “The Lightening Tree.” This is a voice that comes unadorned, reminiscent of Hafiz, Rilke or Rumi, fearless in its declarations. But distinctly female, the voice of a woman unafraid to speak what she knows. Clear and sweet as after absolution, the poems open their arms to us, earthy and grounded in our daily lives. They refresh and affirm. We know what she’s talking about, though we may not have thought of it before.

Elizabeth Carothers Herron (author of The Dark Season, The Stones of the Dark Earth, among other works of poetry, non-fiction, short fiction and essays)

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Rebecca del Rio gives us poems of her fierce and true heart. Prescription, chant, song. And ways to reflect on our own journey, our own ways of being in the world. Here are poems of Zen questioning, of family and friends, animals, war, death. In “Prescription For The Disillusioned” we walk with her, in Rebecca’s words, “a companion on the dark roads”. Rebecca del Rio’s book speaks of her travels, her life, and we can enter in, travel together, the poems “holding us as we want to be held”. Rebecca del Rio has paid attention, taken care, listened closely on her path, and we are fortunate to have her heartfelt book, made of tigers, and blossoms, and the true questions of life.

Jack Crimmins (author of I Speak of Jazz Poets, Kit Fox Blues and The Rust Life)

Rebecca del Rio’s poetry is the kind that opens your eyes to new ways of seeing the world, opens your mind to new understandings of that world and opens your heart to the mystery of our human experience. She is one of the finest poets writing today. This collection is medicine for the soul - truly ‘a prescription for the disillusioned.’

Larry Robinson (author of Roll Away the Stone, a collection of poetry (2015) and founder of Rumi’s Caravan and the Sebastopol Oral Tradition Poetry Salon)