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!
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'
To be found at the corner pub on any Friday night!!!
ReplyDeleteHa! I love this. We've all emerged a little changed, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI yearn for the old normal too. Thankfully I can have my haircuts now in the salon.
ReplyDeleteLove 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.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poem and I love the excitement in it and longing. Beautiful work, Hank.
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.
ReplyDeleteHow I long for the normality of life as we knew it.
Take care.
Yvonne.
Pandemic growths and longing. Nice one Hank
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
Indeed, show yourself! Hank, I think we have all had enough of the pandemic.
ReplyDeleteOh, 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.
ReplyDeleteExactly how everyone has felt this past eighteen months!
ReplyDeleteMade me smile. Great. Also, thought of this song,
ReplyDelete"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..."
Well Hank, don't know if I think his beard is groovy, your Quadrille is though. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteHaving grown a beard I think I know the feeling. Soon I will raise my first ale to celebrate the end...
ReplyDeleteLOVING 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! :)
ReplyDeleteThat photo totally makes the poem, Hank! heheheheh!
ReplyDeleteYours,
David