2022 NaPoWriMo DAY TWENTY-TWO22 April 2022 Rapt Race


Rapt Race

RaRaRa!
Raw sorrow or
sounds of radical cheers?
Ra the Egyptian sun god,
rare divinity,
falcon, rara aves, its symbol,
a rarity,
on the rapidly extinguished list,
raw sorrow,
tough to ratify, depending on ratio
of ratings, rapaciousness,
ramshackle rattling the heart.
Babies receive rattles,
rapidly learn to ramble, rant,
ram into rarified conversations,
realize
rams race across rapids and rainbows, ravenous, rapt,
in search of rare tender buds, but
is the age of the Ram upon us?
A far-ranging proposition.
Meanwhile Rapunzel,
old, rabid rabble-rouser,
irate, enraged,
dances with his razor-sharp shadow,
raven on his raving-mad right shoulder,
rat on his rambunctious left,
he’s on a rampage, while
princess, radically radiant,
from the ramparts arranges for rain,
and enraptured, raves,
ready to erase every trace of the rancorous race.
No ransom,
no more raw sorrow,
RaRaRa!


Prompt: Repetition

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY EIGHTEEN18 April 2022 Five Causes



Why?

cause time is
so long you
can never squeeze
it
shut

cause sorry
is a sweater turned
inside
out holes at your el
bows

cause wrinkled
skin
is a manifesto aloof
ness mis-
placed in a crow’s
nest

cause grains of beach
borrowed sand
crunch in your per
spicacious
kneecaps

cause the gold-eyed
moth will catch you
ahead not
spider
tango

Prompt: five answers without
a noticeable question

2022 NaPoWriMo DAY FIFTEEN 15 April 2022 Chit chat


Chit chat


Small talk so small it
ceases
talk at all
releases bad
breath
poisons pristine air
affronts the void

a relentless moth it
bumps
against lit window panes
strains wit
a slug in the mud
it denigrates wisdom
an empty crow’s nest
it lacks zest

like petals torn
from a rose in bloom
a precipice
once bisons’ doom
a wart on the tip of a nose
a litany of life’s iterations

like a broken street lamp
at thoughts’ crossroads
myth’s old promise of strife
no vacillation
chit chat ramps up a spell
silence powerless
cannot dispel