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Beneath The Brims

Everyone wore a hat

apart from me;

wide brims hiding

their somber expressions.


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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A well-observed picture of almost every solemn event. In truth we care about so little and so few.

Wed, November 10th, 2021 7:47pm


Thanks so much for giving this a read, Adam.

Thu, November 11th, 2021 10:04am


An emotionally written poem, Hull.

Wed, November 10th, 2021 9:02pm


Thanks so much for giving it a read, Rob.

Thu, November 11th, 2021 10:05am

dewey green

Very touching and poignant Hulla.

Thu, November 11th, 2021 2:45pm


Thanks so much for reading, dewey. Much appreciated.

Thu, November 11th, 2021 10:04am

Mike S.

Excellent hatter, Hull

Sat, November 13th, 2021 11:44pm

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