Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: The Blues

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a slump poem.

The Blues

I caught the blues 
Not by an ocean or a sky
They came with no rhythm 
Out of no where out of sight
Like notes from the grooves 
of BB King Muddy Waters and Etta James
I feel them deep inside my veins
Sprinting from the north 
to the southside of me
Can't you see?
Every feature on my face
From the furrow of my forehead
to the lukewarm bays of my eyes 
The Blues leaning heavily on my smile 
Even my lady lumps 
are drooped and slumped 
They dangle to the east
And jangle to right
Without my bones 
hootin' and hollerin' about
Through the sunshine 
and moonshine
Until I shake a tailfeather 
to shout them out

💜D'ElegantOne 


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