Mary Spain


Mary Spain Poems

1. A Need To Kneel 3/25/2011
2. City Church 3/25/2011
3. Pebbles 3/25/2011
4. The Needle's Art 3/25/2011
5. The View 3/25/2011
6. To The Person Who Stole My Purse 3/25/2011
7. Two Tea-Cups 3/25/2011
8. Under The Skin 3/25/2011
9. Unicorn 3/25/2011
10. What If? 3/25/2011
11. A Need To Sing 7/30/2012
12. Out Of Step 7/30/2012
13. The Mirror 7/30/2012
14. Remember Me? 7/30/2012
15. Flight 7/30/2012
16. A Seed 7/30/2012
17. Jungle Games 7/30/2012
18. In Touch 7/30/2012
19. The Game Of Cat And Man 7/30/2012
20. Generation Gap 7/30/2012
21. Who Am I? 7/30/2012
22. Hope 2/4/2014
23. In From The Cold 2/4/2014
24. Battle On The Beach 12/6/2013
25. Unity 2/2/2014
26. Verbosity 7/30/2012
27. The Drought 3/25/2011
28. The Last Word 3/25/2011
29. Poetic Law 2/4/2014
30. The Choristers 7/30/2012
31. Midsummer Day's Dream 7/14/2014
32. The Mystery 7/30/2012
33. Old Acquaintance 8/1/2012
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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An Early Night

He said he'd ring as soon as he returned.
At nine, indulgent of her eagerness,
She settled down with joy to wait and turned
Her chair to face the 'phone. At ten the stress
Of waiting prompted her to make some tea;
Eleven found her mind in disarray
Imagining some dire calamity
Or accident encountered on his way.
At half-past twelve... should she dial 999?

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