Ears Painted On
never listening
never understand
never changing
ears painted on
begging to be heard
seeking change
desperate for hope
voices cry out
ignoring reason
deaf to the truth
hiding in silence
ears painted on
loudly singing songs
filled with laughter
resounding of cheers
happy sounds live
wasting away alone
lost in private hell
never took the time
ears painted on
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
The title, of course, "Ears Painted On"
ReplyDeleteThe repercussions of "not listening" are many. You have focused in on the main features of such actions, or lack thereof. They are devastating, even if they are not felt.
Those reading this, today...consider one time others did not listen to you (that is, not one time you didn't win or convince); also consider one time YOU did not listen (this may be more difficult to identify). Then, when you have ruminated over these, read this poem again and feel....