Sunday, December 9, 2012
Behatted
Behatted
He wore a hat
Slanted just so
Forged against
Relentless stress
He wore his hat
She wore a hat
As a filigreed egg
shell perched in
delicate slouch
She wore her hat
Each Innate walked
the boggy coast of emotions'
raging rampant spectrum
With bland
Faces into the winds
Hats whipped from
Heads
They met
Chasing their
tumbling hats
over marshed
fragrant fields
to the horizon
there just ahead
on the ribboned
running path to
Rejuvenate
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This is so sweetly romantic that I failed to look for those prickly wordle words. Delightful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Viv - hope you are on road to feeling well :)))
DeleteHats can define us, so be careful of the one you choose.
ReplyDeleteYes Annell or can disguise us .. Thanks for stopping by - appreciate the read!
DeleteOh, I would so love to know what happened in the aftermath of this chance meeting!
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DeleteI could picture this, and the picture made me smile! An enjoyable write.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary - so happy to prompt a smile :)
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Pearl. Your use of the hat provided a strong rhythm to the piece. The image of them chasing their hats made me smile,too. Love it.
ReplyDeleteI really like a story with vivid characters and details, and a bit of romance and mystery. Your piece has all of that and more. Wonderful wordling,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/12/09/emergence/
I love the serendipity of this poem! I can picture them running for their hats and then, who knows what!
ReplyDeleteSo loving this poem Dr. Prilik. I imagine ee cummings and
ReplyDeleteDr. Suess marrying. Excellent cadence and content. Brava!
Awww your comment has me smiling :)
DeleteI like that - a chance meeting, because of hats. I actually met my love through a chance meeting. Alas no hats. But fun to remiss about just the same.
ReplyDeleteI've two to offer this week, visit one or the other or...something else in my blogspot that suits your fancy - As the two I've posted are sort of a darker shade of grey.
This post is cheerier:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/12/tuesday-tryouts-dec-4-shell-game.html
wow. delightful. I can picture them running pell mell for their hats in the wind. lovely wordle.
ReplyDeleteHats off to you :)
ReplyDeleteI really loved the way it started, described a male and female in the way the bear their hats. Must say it's a pity hats are rare. So much less chances to meet.
ReplyDeleteAs a "hat lady" myself, this tickled me no end ... especially the visuals ... very cool and well-wordled as always
ReplyDeletehttp://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/12/delicate-sensibilities.html
Love the way you used hats in your poem!
ReplyDeleteA light-hearted story, perfectly told & fitting in the necessary words!
ReplyDeleteDelightful and insightful!
ReplyDeleteHow romantic. Lovely write
ReplyDeleteI could see those hats rolling with the wind, owners in pursuit.
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