Beneath The Brims
Everyone wore a hat
apart from me;
wide brims hiding
their somber expressions.
Understated,
one and all;
in blacks, greys and navy,
like the clothes they all wore.
Me, I let my hair fly free,
in the wind,
in the rain,
drops of water mixing
with my salty tears.
My coat flapped
as though I were
by black crow en-wrapped,
as my grief poured out
in a stream
that will never cease to flow -
unlike those who were hatted;
they’ll return home
and with the removal of those hats
their grief
will go.
Submitted: November 10, 2021
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An emotionally written poem, Hull.
Wed, November 10th, 2021 9:02pm
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Thanks so much for giving it a read, Rob.
Thu, November 11th, 2021 10:05am
Very touching and poignant Hulla.
Thu, November 11th, 2021 2:45pm
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Thanks so much for reading, dewey. Much appreciated.
Thu, November 11th, 2021 10:04am
Excellent hatter, Hull
Sat, November 13th, 2021 11:44pmFacebook Comments
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AdamCarlton
A well-observed picture of almost every solemn event. In truth we care about so little and so few.
Wed, November 10th, 2021 7:47pmAuthor
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Thanks so much for giving this a read, Adam.
Thu, November 11th, 2021 10:04am