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Swept Inside
by Alison McKenzieI hum quietly, to myself,
Rather like the hum of the Mother, herself,
A million glorious tunes
Layer upon layer of melody
Heard light years away, but
Undetectable to the human ear.
Mine is not so noble or delicious.
On a scale so much less infinite,
Accessible by simply listening,
I am a cool babbling brook
Deep in a forest that bears no mans trail.
The Mother and I are somewhat together
In that similar boat.
For no human, yet again,
Shall hear me tonight.
And so it is that I sway and skip,
Forward and alone
Along my path,
Softly singing to the Mother, herself,
My weeping swept inside.
04/17/2008 Posted on 04/17/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/17/08 at 07:58 PM ...if a woman hums[to whomever] in a forest will Mother hear her?...i say yes...though we try to hear w/ our ears and we should be listening w/ our heart...good write, charlie |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/22/08 at 01:25 PM Listening to your lovely aching humming. |
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