The Cat’s Meow - The Road to Elegy

Current splendor is a measured prompt, a truth, and a magical prize - a prose poem.

A patented effort by a calming influence,
Quite soothing and sudsy
In the livery…
Soapy splashes persist
In a warm, summery constancy…
The stable hand caresses
In a cordial scrubbing
To cleanse the beautiful horse.
And the trainer must bless
The powerful steed
With that notable and noble corralling -
A decisive targeting
Of the grandest sparkle -
A momentary spectacle
Of excitement and strides
Inviting prodigious winning
On the exclusive and mighty racetrack…

Copious runways cede to sinking aircraft,
Indisputably descending
Onto fair strips for safe arrival;
Pilots and passengers avail
Themselves of modern features
For euphoric designs;
Events seek a moral truth
And timely balance -
And coursing validity shall bring
Latent water
To a mesmerizing boiling point…

A qualified measurement -

Loyalty beaming sun rays,

A delicate, efficacious scandal…

Servile relevance stones
A quieting, powerful truth…
Tooth relies on poise -
And the dance portends
To a stressful, voracious convenience;
A joyful, mesmerizing commencement…