What do I hear when I bring you to my ears?
What story does your body unveil?
I hear your heart,
the clap of each valve,
sloshes of vigor from lumen
to chamber to reveal
resilience and strength.
I hear your lungs,
the whisper of bronchi,
each crackle, each wheeze
unearthed with your breaths
to expose a hundred secrets.
I hear your bowels,
the timbre of that song,
divulging their activity
to massage a burden
through labyrinthine depths.
I hear your thyroid,
the swoosh of velocity,
fluid chased through vessels
to evoke visions of an
overzealous organ.
I hear your liver,
a resounding echo
against my fingers,
betraying your history
by disclosure of its girth.
So what do I hear when I bring you to my ears?
I hear the story that is your life.
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Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe
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Very very beautiful.
Thank you, dear! 🙂
I know what else the stethoscope hears as well.
Music to heal our hearts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oh8zcbC_Dcw
I love your poem so much. 🙂
Absolutely! 😀 😉
Hmmmmm …. given the amount of times that my GP has listened, tapped, prodded and poked me over the past 30+ years, I guess it would be fair to say that I have very few (if any) secrets? 🙂
🙂 😉
Lyrical and rhythmic biology. I loved it ^_^
Hehe…thanks! 🙂
The stethoscope hears all/tells all !
Pam
Indeed! 😉