BRILLIANT BLOOMS – PROMPT #168 AND VILLONNET

First, thank you to all your kind and concerned comments on my Villonnet. I’m doing alright and am under doctor’s care. I appreciate it all. But, for the blooms:

PROMPT #168 – “Mix and Match Muse”

I chose this poem for the wonderful imagery it put forth. It was a very visual poem. J. Lynn Sheridan’s

 

“Smoking Autumn in the city”

“Because of the smell of burning leaves,” he tells me
when I ask why he left the farm for a two-flat in the city.
“Smells like tar.”

We lean against his pomegranate red hot-rod Lincoln,
he slides a harmonica from his pocket and begins playing
“The Hokey Pokey.”

I put my right hand in. I am shaking it all about when a
tangerine mustang pulls aside. “Play some jazz, cowboy,”
the driver says spitting his chew into the sewer grate.

I take my right hand out. The three of us stare at each
other. My buddy starts playing, “Who’ll Chop Your Suey
When I’m Gone.”

There’s a moment of panic, one scrawny yellow elm leaf
dangles from his antennae, then falls. He shows us his
toothless smile, then speeds away, cutting donuts in the
intersection, leaving us in a cloud of blue/black exhaust.

(C) J. Lynn Sheridan, 2014

 

VILLONNET

With more space used for your well wishes, I am awarding a Bloom to each of the few poetic work offered in this form.

 

CONGRATULATIONS TO JANICE, AND MARIAN, CONNIE, SALVATORE, SUSAN, DARLENE, SARA AND WILLIAM