Ode to My Ears

[BobBradshaw]

Ode to My Ears


Could I hope for better silent partners
than my ears? Skilled censors,
they filter out excessive noise.

Otherwise I'd be overwhelmed,
like a man caught in an open field,
the sky everywhere a waterfall.

Who gives me the pleasure of music
but those recording engineers,
the ears? Music soothes me more

than a walk by running water,
my stress dissolving
like sugar spilled into a creek

Who do I have to thank
other than those dears,
the ears, for staying alert as I nap?

For picking out my boss' voice
approaching my cubicle, a sound
harsher than that of boots

on gravel. I have a small
coterie of employees
--hands, feet, elbows and more,

all queuing up for employee of the month.
My ears often the winner,
especially in my youth

when music was a language shared
by all my friends. Even now
I wonder how I can acknowledge

their value. I recall when Valerie
looked straight at me and whispered
"I love you". I didn't need to know

how to read lips to know
I'd often be the reason for Val
being late to work. Ears,

how can I ever repay
such a debt?

[Kenneth2816]

Veriy clever. I have no suggestion. Nicely done

[meenas17]

An ode to the ears.

[BobBradshaw]

Ken, Meenas -- thank you. Maybe I should change the title to "Ode to My Ears"?

[Michael (MV)]

Hi Bob, (Hi, meenas),

Yes, workshop-consider

"Ode to ears"

or "Cheers to ears"

or "Let's hear it for the ears"

as possible titles for this delightful poem.

Your're probably have *h ear d* of Neruda's odes on commonplace subjects

Bob, to my *ear* you have added to the mix



Michael

An ode to the ears.

[Billy]

Yes, Bob, agree with Michael, this adds to Neruda's odes delightfully.

[BobBradshaw]

Michael, Billy -- thank you.