Challenging Poetry

stasis

once, I looked outside
and the world had softened
into blues—skies, powders. calms,
periwinkles, blueberries, bruises, navies,
sapphires, stillnesses, bluebonnets,
sadnesses, royals, lapis lazulis,
indigos, despairs--
a cloud, a fog, a dirge—
low and sweet and strong,
filling the air with so much blue
until all I could do
was stop.

Prompt: April 7—Blues