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.


Tell it like it is