Das Wienheim

Fresh Find, Poetry by K.HartlessJune 30, 2021July 1, 2021

_{Wine Bar by Mike Daneshi}

Wine bar

zig-zag lights

industrial soft white

metal and the open door of night.

In Germany,

I dream in grey,

an homage to the wall days

and even buried deep

in the Bavarian heart

I’m afraid–

never know what Mutti’ll say:

a different rule,

a different day.

But when you grow up on rations

you don’t know a feast,

which can taste like a wine bar

date with yourself after weeks.

The chatter a bit like clucking hens,

hooks without grins,

and grey goodbyes.

It’s Germany,

so I won’t dare cry.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

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Hobbo on June 30, 2021 at 6:46 pm
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An interesting take on German night life. 🙂

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1. K.Hartless on June 30, 2021 at 10:21 pm
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  Thank you. I experience it so rarely with my two littles. Tonight, a special treat.
  
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  1. Hobbo on July 1, 2021 at 8:17 am
    
    👍
    
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GraceoftheSun on June 30, 2021 at 6:50 pm
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❤️❤️❤️

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1. K.Hartless on June 30, 2021 at 10:22 pm
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  Thank you, Grace. Feeling loved and loving myself this evening.
  
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  1. GraceoftheSun on June 30, 2021 at 10:24 pm
    
    Yesss!!!🙌🙌Hope it transcends into every passing day.💕
    
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  2. K.Hartless on June 30, 2021 at 10:35 pm
    
    😃☀️🙏
    
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Photography314 on June 30, 2021 at 6:52 pm
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Great imagery. Lovely read.

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Mister Bump UK on June 30, 2021 at 7:16 pm
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Am I hearing a tinge of sadness, though?

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1. K.Hartless on June 30, 2021 at 10:21 pm
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  Just a slight undertone. It’s easily swallowed.
  
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Little Charmer on June 30, 2021 at 9:54 pm
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Love this! 👍🖤

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1. K.Hartless on June 30, 2021 at 10:22 pm
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  Thank you. Prost!
  
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  1. Little Charmer on June 30, 2021 at 10:39 pm
    
    😁😁🖤
    
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johnlmalone on June 30, 2021 at 9:59 pm
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love the imagery in this, the history it covers —

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1. K.Hartless on June 30, 2021 at 10:20 pm
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  Thank you, John. This was my my first artist’s date with myself since Corona. Wrote in my novel and also penned this verse.
  
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  1. johnlmalone on June 30, 2021 at 10:30 pm
    
    you’re doing well 🙂
    
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  2. K.Hartless on June 30, 2021 at 10:31 pm
    
    Thank you, John. Feels like I’m water skiing by.
    
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Ingrid on July 1, 2021 at 5:16 am
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Brilliant! I love the flow of this and the unusual imagery. Really enjoyed 😊 🍷🙏

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1. K.Hartless on July 1, 2021 at 8:34 pm
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  Thank you, Ingrid. Taking in the new freedoms of dining inside and being out without the children.
  
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