A park bench
daring to close just one eye
-as history sidles up to me
“Remember freedom?
Without the handcuffs of the social-distance
police in your periphery?”
I sigh…….
as freshly trapped air thrashes in the mesh
of my mask
Yup…….those were the days
©Vivian Zems
dVerse Poets Pub- Close- Day 6 of National Poetry Month
Quadrille Monday- a poem in 44 words
Haiku Poetry for National Poetry Month April 2020
Smell The Coffee 
April 7, 2020 at 2:20 am
Wow, ain’t that the truth. Nicely written.
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April 7, 2020 at 3:45 am
Thanks Victoria!
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April 7, 2020 at 2:49 am
It’s the pits.
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April 7, 2020 at 3:45 am
I know … 😦
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April 7, 2020 at 3:32 am
I like the description of social distance as “handcuffs”.
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April 7, 2020 at 3:45 am
Thanks Frank…I was actually referring to the police on stand-by (ready to arrest you if you dare sit outside!)
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April 7, 2020 at 4:47 am
Those days will come back.
Eventually
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April 7, 2020 at 5:01 am
Squeee!! Dale, fancy meeting you here 🙂 🙂 Thanks for reading! I look forward to reading your piece 🙂
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April 7, 2020 at 5:19 am
Haha! I know, right? What the hell am I doing here? Was glad to see your face here! 😊
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April 7, 2020 at 11:51 pm
👍🏽
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April 7, 2020 at 5:19 pm
Sigh. I long to go back to February’s normal, or perhaps to skip ahead to June’s.
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April 7, 2020 at 11:51 pm
I’m with you, there😔
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April 7, 2020 at 6:21 pm
Here in AZ we can still go outside, but that could change in a heartbeat. Well said Vivian.
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April 7, 2020 at 11:48 pm
Thanks Linda😊
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April 7, 2020 at 8:40 pm
Police are still only used to hunt criminals not to harass someone sitting on a park-bench… It surprises me that we so willingly accept all the changes that have been implemented.
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April 8, 2020 at 12:03 am
I can’t wait until this is all history!
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April 8, 2020 at 12:06 am
Amen to that! Thanks for dropping by😊
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April 8, 2020 at 12:24 am
Those were the days. Hopefully we can get them back with everyone safe and healthy.
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April 8, 2020 at 12:57 am
We sure hope so 🙏🏽
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April 8, 2020 at 1:15 am
You have captured a true slice of life here.
These lines spoke to me, “as freshly trapped air thrashes in the mesh
of my mask.”
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April 8, 2020 at 1:12 pm
Perfect! Just perfect! You’ve captured what it’s like….and most especially that feeling of the trapped air within my mask! It is a surreal world we are living through….I use “through” in the definite hope that we will come out on the other side. Stay safe!
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April 18, 2020 at 10:00 pm
What a delightful poem! You’ve perfectly captured that natural exasperation that comes with everything we’re going through, but feel slightly uncomfortable expressing.
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April 24, 2020 at 11:18 am
Thanks Kim- you got it!
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