It was some kind of mistake
To bolt the door and close the blinds
Just to keep the blues inside
When the remedy was a walk away
Few hundred yards to where the music plays
The wind picks the leaves
The stream strums the reeds
Redeeming shitty songs of yesterday
Your lines are constructed in such a way that I feel pulled along with the words. I greatly enjoyed it.
I agree with Philip. This poem pulls the reader into the journey. Well done!
Yes, it is easy to succumb to the safety of the close yet when the open is allowed the insides merge with the outsides and synchronicity can have her twirl! Thank you for this reminder to open the windows . . .