The Heads

Colorful wigs on street display in New York City
Sometimes listening closely to the silence
She came to accept she was listening to
dual natures – The Heads.
While she craved honesty in herself
she encountered amongst the heads
a gypsy and a fool and would retreat
with rebellious and mutinous spirit.
She had found these thinking sessions
were becoming a paradoxical Mardi Gras
of jabbering heads –
All leaving her with a nagging question –
What would they be saying
If they were really saying something?
Or maybe she was just not really
listening to any thoughts
But the ones already fixed there.
The future, after all,
should not be so difficult to
bring into the spectrum of focus,
When the past, uninvited,
offers itself up so easily.
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer
image by Greg Dale NYC
for National Geographic

About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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4 Responses to The Heads

  1. Niamh Clune says:

    Thought provoking and beautifully wrought. Love it DiAnne.


  2. Interesting thought. If we listen are their sounds we cannot hear or are we not listening hard enough? jk 😉 Intriguing poem, I must say.


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