Archive for July, 2013

Nowhere To Be Found

July 24, 2013

A sleepy afternoon in the north woods. If my muse came along, she is nowhere to be found. But I shall make the best of it and settle down with Team of Rivals.

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Alone Again Naturally

July 19, 2013

Yesterday we visited the remaining spouse of a couple we have known for 49 years. She is now a widow of ten days.

As we talked, I was reminded of the lyrics of the song by Gilbert O’Sullivan, “Alone Again Naturally”:

Couldn’t understand
Why the only man
She had ever loved
Had been taken

Severed Connections

July 10, 2013

Speaking with a prisoner the other day, the conversation got around to staying in touch with family. “I don’t know what has happened,” he said. “My mother thinks I don’t care about family, yet that is all I ever think about. How can she say such a thing? What did I do?” Prisoners are most likely to be tormented by what happens beyond the fence, rather than by what happens within.

He isn’t the only prisoner experiencing such a separation; nor do separations occur only among families of the incarcerated.

—∞—

Somewhere
A gate has been closed
Latched from within
Sudden, unannounced
Closed
 
Silence
Disturbing, depressing
An inexplicable absence
Made all the more painful
In its ever-presence
 
Looming
Over the silent phone
Echoing
In the empty mailbox
Residing in every waking moment

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins