Merilyn Duckworth

The Body Speaks

I am a 58 year old black woman who still have a dream. I had a few set backs in my life do to the death of my mother in 2005. I wrote a poem called My Mother in 2005 and I lost all contact because I move to a different state and left information behind. But now I've gone back to school to compleā€¦






As I awake and still very tired, and restless one day.
My brain began to alert everyone saying, wake up! Wake up it say.
The ear began to say, I hear you, still trying to awake.
 My eyes began to blink and move, and do a picture take.
The nose began to snorkel,
I need tissue to relieve this sparkle.
The mouth began to open wide and to take a yarn.
And then it said, where are we in a barn.
The neck started to move in one direction and the next.
Shoulders began to scream,
hold up my friend, hold up my friend.
What the devil do you mean?
The arm said pump the breaks.
What since do that make?
The fingers began to utter,
although he had problem with speaking because he stutters.
The chest started to speak alone with a few other parts.
Hello lungs, hello esophagus, and hello my dear friend, the heart.
The stomach began to rumble with loud and different noises.
The hip spoke, what are those strange voices.
The thigh said, you know they call me femur.
The knee whispered what does that mean?
 Are you a king? Or are you just a dreamer?
The leg who was still king of weak, from steadying the other parts.
The ankle cried out; you do not know the half of what is in your charts.
Now there were the feet, screaming loud to the rest of the body,
Straighten up, line up so we will not be so shoddy.
That is the end of the body this week.
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Merilyn Duckworth

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