Monday, September 6, 2021

unshackled post lockdown

                                                                                         Author: subhamshome28
Image: Aftermath of forced
'hibernation'   (here)  

smooth talker 
unshackled post lockdown
hello, world! 
sporting a groovy bushy chin
and craving a haircut
and to make up for lost time

happy hours
babbled-mouthed buddies
where are you holed up
missed you guys

yearning the old normal
no holds barred
show yourself!
(44 words)

De at d'Verse - Quadrille of 44 words
and to include the word 'groovy'

14 comments:

  1. To be found at the corner pub on any Friday night!!!

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  2. Ha! I love this. We've all emerged a little changed, that's for sure.

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  3. I yearn for the old normal too. Thankfully I can have my haircuts now in the salon.

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  4. Love this, Hank! I yearn for any normality left in the world or even of before, I'll take either. My hair would be all long and unbearable if my mom didn't used to be a hairdresser, hahaha. I got lucky on that end of the stick, but I do miss the feel of salons. Cases keep going up in my area, and they're expected to until October. :/ Flu season probably will make it worse, but I digress.

    I really enjoyed your poem and I love the excitement in it and longing. Beautiful work, Hank.

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  5. Another great poem Hank, my hair is a complete mess but will have to wait a bit longer until I can go to the hairdress.
    How I long for the normality of life as we knew it.
    Take care.
    Yvonne.

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  6. Pandemic growths and longing. Nice one Hank

    Much💛love

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  7. Indeed, show yourself! Hank, I think we have all had enough of the pandemic.

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  8. Oh, I don't even know what normal is anymore as it changes all the time. My hair grew very long during the first year of the pandemic. Luckily my hairdresser converted her garage into a shop as the space she was renting was shut down. It's nice to get a bit pampered now.

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  9. Exactly how everyone has felt this past eighteen months!

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  10. Made me smile. Great. Also, thought of this song,
    "And we would sing right out loud
    The things we could not say
    We thought we could change this world
    With words like "love" and "freedom"
    We were part of the lonely crowd
    Inside the Sad Cafe..."

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  11. Well Hank, don't know if I think his beard is groovy, your Quadrille is though. Cheers.

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  12. Having grown a beard I think I know the feeling. Soon I will raise my first ale to celebrate the end...

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  13. LOVING this! Especially the reference to the long hair....hah! When we finally saw my son after 18 months he was sporting a long beard and grey hair! :) Post lockdown Reveals! :)

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  14. That photo totally makes the poem, Hank! heheheheh!

    Yours,
    David

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