By Penny Wilkes
Why does the heart always get credit
When pleasure or pain take the breath away?
“We do the work,” say the lungs.
“Breathe. Breathe. We fix it.”
The heart claims it doesn’t break,
“I don’t even wrinkle.”
Fingers create fists, “We feel, really feel.”
“We run from distress,” the feet say.
Liver and kidneys shout that they
deal with all bodily evils first.
The eyes widen to say,
“Tears wash away the chaos.”
“Hey, don’t forget us adenoids and tonsils,
if you still have them.”
“Anyone home?” asks the spleen.“Appendix
can’t even pronounce vestigial.”
The navel chuckles, “Don’t ask the colon’s opinion.”
Throughout this chatter
the brain has remained complacent.
“Have fun without me,” it sings
as it flits out an ear.
Penny Wilkes, MFA served as a science editor, travel and nature writer and columnist. Along with short stories, her features on humour and animal behaviour have appeared in a variety of publications. An award-winning writer and poet, she has published a collection of short stories, Seven Smooth Stones. Her published poetry collections include: Whispers from the Land, In Spite of War, and Flying Lessons. Her Blog on The Write Life features life skills, creativity, and writing: http://penjaminswriteway.blogspot.com/
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