This Time

It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This time our word prompt is some form of the word “blue.”


The Blues won’t last,

they tell me this too

shall pass and soon

sunshine’ll sneak itself through.

What do they know?

Nothin.’

‘Cause they don’t know you.

If they did, they’d know

(just like I do) that this time

The Blues ain’t

goin’ no-damn-where.

Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

32 thoughts

  1. A very bluesy quadrille, Susan! I especially like the line ‘sunshine’ll sneak itself through’ – I always hope it will, but more often than not it doesn’t..

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