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Literary Biology

October 10, 2011
By JOANNA_J SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
JOANNA_J SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Beam me up, Scotty...I got one of the natives pregnant (again)."

I write.
It’s a simple process.
I take a pencil,
clutch it between skilled fingers;
my neon pink utensil of
I think of a word
and my brain
sends a signal to my arm,

My elbow, wrist, and fingers
move like clock work,
flicking this way and that,
as neurons are fired,
deftly drawing out lines
into the familiar letters I know.
The letters form words.
My brain acknowledges
the vocabulary.
It finds “i’s” to dot
and “t’s” to cross.
Punctuation ends
my thoughts.

My hand, arm, shoulder
and brain,
work together,
like a team;
to draw out my ideas,
as a record
of me.
A portrait
on the white pages
of my life.

I write because
I have the capability to.
Why waste it
in disuse?

has some means
of communication.
Be it through brail,
sign language,
or figures;
we can all write.

We can even write
in the hearts
of others;
an invisible mark,
only seen and felt
by the person who bears it;

The author's comments:
A 'Why I Write' poem gone astray.

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