Shrunk

It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub, and Lillian encourages us to create a 44-word poem using some form of the word ‘Happiness’.

(I’m counting all my hyphenates as single words…)

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Shrunk

I have lived in the underground before, but
it was only the ‘fallen-off-the-grid’ underground.
It was the ‘nothing’s-worth-paying-attention-to-anyway’;
the ‘no-one-really-gives-a-damn’ underground.

I thought I was happy then,
and I guess I was, but…

This time, things are different. This time
the underground’s much smaller.

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16 thoughts on “Shrunk

  1. A-okay to have hyphenated words count as one word…poetic license to make up those hyphenated words as well.
    I find this a fascinating post. There is so much unsaid here….the context of going under the first time versus now….the reasons….
    This is a thought provoking post!

  2. Isolation and apathy are not good components of happiness. When I think of who I was at 20, I am stunned–so much more to learn, and to become.

  3. I get what you’re saying, Ron. Years ago, when I suffered from agoraphobia, my world was tiny, in a little flat on the second floor. My world shrank during the pandemic, and the first time around it was hard because I thought I missed people. However, when the lockdown was relaxed, I found out what idiots some people are and, with lockdown just around the corner again, I’m not worried. I have a garden, cats to keep me company, and the Internet to keep in touch with the people I love and respect. Happiness is relative.

  4. This was really good Ron. I read the underground as withdrawal. Going within where happiness, usually other people’s, is not so visible. I’m happy it has shrunk for you but until you’re sure it’s safe to stay there. Of course I may be completely wrong 😧 Nice write!

  5. I think I can guess what goes on in your underground. It’s smaller, and probably much more worthwhile.
    I started to leave a comment here yesterday and it got swallowed up. The underground I expect 🙂

  6. This is a thought provoking poem. The first underground sounds like a place of avoidance. Now things are different. I have a feeling there is more for you to share on this topic. I enjoyed you poem.

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