
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
An interesting take on German night life. 🙂
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Thank you. I experience it so rarely with my two littles. Tonight, a special treat.
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👍
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❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you, Grace. Feeling loved and loving myself this evening.
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Yesss!!!🙌🙌Hope it transcends into every passing day.💕
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😃☀️🙏
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Great imagery. Lovely read.
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Am I hearing a tinge of sadness, though?
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Just a slight undertone. It’s easily swallowed.
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Love this! 👍🖤
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Thank you. Prost!
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😁😁🖤
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love the imagery in this, the history it covers —
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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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you’re doing well 🙂
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Thank you, John. Feels like I’m water skiing by.
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Brilliant! I love the flow of this and the unusual imagery. Really enjoyed 😊 🍷🙏
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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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