Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Through Me

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears
Through Me
By Maureen Donatelli

They each moved through me
as music moves through air,

gathering inside themselves
the blood of my body,

the milky fluidity of my breath,
the syncopations of my heart.

I hear their small voices
the rise and fall, rise and fall,

their airy laughter,
like bells ringing in the garden,

falling between
morning bird song

and the lush kiss
of soft warming breezes

twirling the silver cottonwood leaves,
sending white sunlight dancing

over the dew crystalled grass.
I close my eyes.

I hear my children.
Music moving through me.

Moving through me.
Moving through me.


Maureen Donatelli's most recent poem to appear here was What Have You on Sunday Afternoon (June 2011).

Posted by Annmarie at 7/12/2011 11:10 PM
Categories: today's words, Contributor Series 9
Tags: Contributor Series 9 music Maureen Donatelli children love
 

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