Mary Spain Poems
- A Deaf Musician As though a deaf musician, I am part Of some...
- Verbosity Were I allowed a single word each day Perhaps I'd ...
- An Early Night He said he'd ring as soon as he returned. At ...
- Growing Up The day I could no longer walk with ease Beneath ...
- I'M Sitting Here... I'm sitting here and you are sitting ...
- Poppy Field A sea of living crimson caught my eye Of ...
- Below Stairs At times it feels as though I'm trapped ...
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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.