Short Rapidity Poems
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Nette Onclaud, Rolling with the R’s, 8/4/2025
Rhythm of a River
rambling
funny waters,
downward rapidity
of laughter on white water raft.
unintended coxswain gets rogue-wave kissed.
guides directing, this way and that,
up and down; rowers with
coarse correction,
rambling.
With vision diffuse and fragile frame,
These, the twilight years commence,
Yet arms to hold each other close
Seem no less fierce, less intense.
What smacked of callow rapidity,
The rush of youth and virgin bud,
Is mellowed, matured throughout the span
Of decades steeping in the blood.
The two of us in sunset swathe,
As now, these twilight years enfold,
Together we endure and sense
The perfect love in growing old.
too often i have ignored all that is right
which has caused me to miss out on my true and actual plight
alone i am now and one with webs and the dust
chapped and ashy i have become well on my way to rust
my mother once told me to loosen the noose of my shield
to late now do i see the world and the decorative grounds and fields
now i am an insomniac driven by a wayfaring loner's rage
i only have myself to blame for the rapidity in which i now age....
My heart's hinged door forcefully burst
But the instant coffee I owned was decaf!
My eyes died, parched of thurst,
My tearless decision was just to laugh.
These beatings last forever,
But I find your love is pain.
Drag me up the stairs; together...
Black eyed me, bruised with you again.
Hobbling always, resilient is me.
Keeping each beat with heartfelt rapidity.
Time never winds down, failing to free me.
So blowing blood out my nose~ I'm endless stupidity!
PTDM
mother turns her head to
see her son’s hair in the
light shining above the
breakfast table all laid out &
spots a gray---
the dark brown hair once flailing
behind the drumset in the
garage
during the teenage years,
has begun to go away &
it makes her feel older than she
is herself,
having earned her grays raising
him,
having watched her own youth
fade away &
now seeing her son’s
disappear with the years,
the overwhelming rapidity
(and ultimate demise)
of a human life
swells within her.