Red, green, yellow stoplight blinking.
SUVs and little BMWs are crowding and
Blaring horns without thinking.
My rear tire is slowly sinking
Down into fresh-laid pavement,
With red, green, yellow stoplight blinking.
I sip my soda; what am I drinking?
Stoplight changes, engines behind me rev,
Blaring horns without thinking.
I left too late; what was I thinking?
My boss won't care about all the
Red, green, yellow stoplights blinking.
I turn the corner, hear some clinking,
My hubcap bounces away and someone is
Blaring a horn without thinking.
The parking lot, with spaces interlinking
Is where at last I can escape all of the
Red, green, yellow stoplight blinking,
And blaring horns without thinking.
Author notes
The first villanelle I ever wrote! I know it's not the best, but for the first one, I think it's pretty good...
Picture is of a street in Paris. I thought it would be an interesting touch
Comment away ^_^
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but you didnt tell me what you were drinking
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Tranquillity can come in the most surprising of moments and places.
But it's often so fleeting, that we never even notice it until it's already gone.
I don't know much about styles and types of poems, such as villanelles (sounds like something a bad guy in a comic book writes), but the thought itself is well expressed and felt in the words woevn together.
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