Mary Spain


Mary Spain Poems

1. The Last Word 3/25/2011
2. The Needle's Art 3/25/2011
3. The View 3/25/2011
4. To The Person Who Stole My Purse 3/25/2011
5. Two Tea-Cups 3/25/2011
6. Under The Skin 3/25/2011
7. Unicorn 3/25/2011
8. What If? 3/25/2011
9. A Need To Sing 7/30/2012
10. Out Of Step 7/30/2012
11. The Mirror 7/30/2012
12. Remember Me? 7/30/2012
13. Flight 7/30/2012
14. A Seed 7/30/2012
15. Jungle Games 7/30/2012
16. In Touch 7/30/2012
17. The Game Of Cat And Man 7/30/2012
18. Generation Gap 7/30/2012
19. Who Am I? 7/30/2012
20. City Church 3/25/2011
21. Pebbles 3/25/2011
22. Hope 2/4/2014
23. In From The Cold 2/4/2014
24. The Drought 3/25/2011
25. Battle On The Beach 12/6/2013
26. Unity 2/2/2014
27. Verbosity 7/30/2012
28. A Need To Kneel 3/25/2011
29. Poetic Law 2/4/2014
30. The Choristers 7/30/2012
31. The Mystery 7/30/2012
32. Old Acquaintance 8/1/2012
33. Midsummer Day's Dream 7/14/2014
34. The Unknown Factor 8/11/2006
35. The Right Approach 8/6/2006
36. No Overture 8/9/2006
37. No Badges 8/14/2006
38. Pavement Artist 8/11/2006
39. The Other End Of Heaven 8/6/2006
40. The Simple Art 8/7/2006
Best Poem of Mary Spain

A Deaf Musician

As though a deaf musician, I am part
Of some great orchestra I cannot hear.
The only notes that fall upon my ear
Are those which rise unbidden from the heart
And offer teasing glimpses of the art
Of harmony. Yet have I heard, in clear,
Still moments of perception, what appear
As distant drum-beats; pulses that impart
A rhythm to the cosmic melody.
Then, with a quick'ning joy, I see that I
Am moving to creation's symphony.
As birds that wheel and dart across the sky
To secret music, so it seems that we
Can sometimes see the patterns as we fly.

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Below Stairs

At times it feels as though I'm trapped below
The slatted floor of heaven. Fleetingly,
I glimpse an angel's foot, or what might be
The shadow of a trailing wing, and know
There's something overhead. And yet, although
I'd love to join their distant company,
The dust and darkness of captivity
Enfeeble ears and eyes and overthrow
The will. Unaided, I can't penetrate

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