Listening to my body

My body is talking again. My lungs
are whispering secrets. My heart
says “what? what? what?”
but my lungs have each other.
They keep on whispering.
My feet want to tell the story
of the day. They are always working,
they grumble. My thighs
just roll their eyes. They know.
My stomach is quiet,
he’s listening. Sometimes he
grumbles like a toddler,
sometimes he snores
like an old man, but tonight
he’s quiet. All the long,
slithery length of guts
is neatly packed away, sleeping
like a drawer of underwear,
and my lungs keep whispering.
My bones know something,
they feel it, but they don’t say
anything, they can’t quite name it.
They keep straight backs,
stiff upper lips. They keep
their gaze ahead, but my lungs,
ah, my lungs keep whispering
their secrets.

A body poem for Grace at dVerse

19 thoughts on “Listening to my body

  1. “Sleeping like a drawer of underwear”. How perfect! I love the entire premise of this poem – the body knowing, not saying, whispering, stiff upper lip……….an awesome write.

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  2. What does the body know that we never quite get? All of it I fear, but the backstory adds so much bass register to these whisperings up and down the body politic. Those guts “sleeping / like a drawer of underwear” is an astonishing phrase. Two burps a toot and five high fives.

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  3. I do hope you’re not having too bad a time of it, Sarah, listening to your body and those whispering lungs. I like how you’ve made your stomach male and these lines made me smile (grimly, as mine is the same):
    ‘…Sometimes he
    grumbles like a toddler,
    sometimes he snores
    like an old man’.

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  4. Oh my heart this is poignant. Such vivid, heart-stirring and strong use of language here, Sarah. I too, like Kim hope that you aren’t feeling too overwhelmed. Especially like; “They keep straight backs, stiff upper lips. They keep their gaze ahead, but my lungs, ah, my lungs keep whispering their secrets.” You are my Poet warrior! 💝💝

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  5. I love how they have different voices & characters in your head. We all have our own stories with each part of them. This is my favorite part:

    My bones know something,
    they feel it, but they don’t say
    anything, they can’t quite name it.

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  6. I loved this, very inspiring to me seeing how you expressed yourself through body parts. There’s a strong connection between your mind and your body parts. We should all have this connection. We need to know our body parts. Great job with your poem. Loved it.

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  7. Oh this is just… just phenomenal! I love the whispering lung, and then the lines “but tonight
    he’s quiet. All the long, / slithery length of guts” had me doing that little ‘oooo’ noise as I read. Such a fantastic poem.

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