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What the Stethoscope Hears.

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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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  3. Haiku For Puppydoc “The stethoscope hears – your body’s story as told – by your heart and lungs”

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  9. 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? 🙂

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