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

She sits there, fingering her wedding-ring
With restless hands, while counsel for the Crown,
Urbane and skilled, concludes his questioning.
She listens, keen and anxious, quick to frown
At each obtrusive sound that might distract
The judge's ear. They speak of violence
In passive tones, as men play out an act
They've played before; where one man's innocence
Or guilt is held contained within the scope

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