Auricular Musings

Shell-like attachments

Stuck to the side of one's head

Yet largely unseen by their owners



Convoluted, strange-looking

Extending vertically from jawline

To eye at its corner



Things admired by lovers

Who long to nuzzle and lick them
Bringing on shivers and goose bumps in waves



Destroying the equilibrium

One is charged to maintain

With its opposite mate



They make no decisions

About these warm frissions

That is left up to the brain



They're objects to be lent

Or otherwise bent

According to Marc Antony



All manner of sound

Both pleasing and foul

Is detected by these vital organs



Emotions arise--fear, happiness, pain

Anger, joy, sorrow

Peace, passion, alarm--

From their function



But these and response to them

Are handled elsewhere

By injunction



They hold up one's glasses

For reading or sunscreen

And, at times, are quite ornamented



But for all that they do

So passively interjected

They are mostly ignored or neglected



As the years pass us by

Ringing or hissing may commence

Creating some mild irritation



Sometimes it is stressful

Insanity it seems to be nearing



Yet, far worse it would be
(At least as I see it)
The loss of my hearing.