Throw misdirection

tickle my ear with promise,
but say what you will.
weak will bends lobes
hard of hearing.
sounds ring strong of
pitches over thrown.
hearing a present predicted
but remembered at present.
looking back for that
which travels from ahead.
well, it comes from more
than one head, but
perspective is personal.
i’ll put my hands up
but don’t hold me to it.

The wind speaks according to listening

there’s this whisper in my ear.
others can’t hear it.
i’m sure if they do,
it doesn’t speak what i hear.
the wind of such eloquence tickles my ear,
although, others have stated such experience.
who am i to discredit them,
because like them,
i’ve felt the wind.
it’s just that this caress
seems to differ to theirs.
can either of us be wrong?
of course, to one another.
but are we really wrong if
we follow our true nature?