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?


‘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.