Blown Away

My blues are brown

from smoky air,

depressed by stillness,

nothing moves.

My heart was blown

away by breezes

from a slamming door.

Please open windows

I shut tight by

my stupidity.

Let the wind clear

sullen rooms

and blow my blues away.

inspired by the day 9 prompt, blown away, in the Garden of Neuro Poetry Circle, and the Living Poetry Prompt, blue:

https://livingpoetry.net/2024/09/09/monday-poetry-prompt-blue/

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/mind-twist-monday-9924?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true