POEM ABOUT ANATOMY

or being lost for words

By Margaret BrennanPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read

I tried to write a poem about my legs. Huh! Didn’t go very far.

When that didn’t work, I decided to write a poem about my arms. Couldn’t reach an audience.

Again, failing that project, I began writing about my eyes. Couldn’t see where that might go,

So I decided, rather than physically write, I’d create an audiobook. Couldn’t find the words to even begin.

So here I am, once again, sitting at my laptop and having my fingers do the walking – across the keyboard, of course.

Now, we’ll see how far they’ll go!

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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