Lonely at the Line
(Essentials Agreed on the One in the Lead)
She prances the paddock, her rivals to stun
And then supercedes them in struts, just for fun.
How curious zen could produce such a one,
Divine meditation, ablaze on the run.
A breathtaking street cry combined to excel
This April Fool’s bombshell, who weaves a strong spell.
Zenyatta’s sonata begins with the bell
And flies to the finish, with field gone pell-mell.
At seventeen-two, she’s a daunting display,
Yet somehow still rhythmic, evoking ballet.
High tail, like a flag, signals others away
To summon all eyes on the grand West Coast bay.
Perhaps it’s a game for the girl who can’t lose.
Could be that there’s magic adhered to her shoes.
And maybe she dances, herself to amuse.
Still wagerers wonder, whom else could they choose?
Two decades of triumphs in just a few years –
The queen will retire; her subjects shed tears.
She’ll beckon for Guinness on calmer frontiers,
While fans wait, enrapt, for her issues’ premieres.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Zenyatta (Street Cry x Vertigineux)
Vertigineux is French for “Breathtaking.”
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)
Sunday Scribblings (“essential”)
Theme Thursday (“game”)
The Sire’s Misfire
"No matter what happens, travel gives you a story to tell." (Jewish Proverb)
Last Resort -
A Limericked Sway at a Breaking Away
A numbly nonsensical dad
Lost sight of the blessings he had.
He booked his dream trip;
Well, more like a slip.
By then it was too late. Too bad.
He planned an excursion deluxe,
A chance to display his big bucks,
But left his kids home –
His wife all alone –
And now he has lost them. Aw, shucks.
Sojourning with clan from his ex,
He sought to redeem ills complex.
But souvenirs bought
Bring mercy to naught.
Forgiveness is far more complex.
The cycle continues, full tilt.
The carousel spins, adding guilt.
Thus, aiming for fun,
It’s all come undone.