Archive for the ‘Homelife’ Category

A Cabin Breakfast

July 27, 2014

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Throwing a pattern
A window-paned pattern
For sixty years
The sun has been invited in
By the yellow Cosco table
Brightening a cabin breakfast

© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins

 

Running Out of Time

August 1, 2013

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To run out of time
Knowing
There’s not enough time
At a certain age
 
After much has been done
Little is left
Nothing awaits
Expectations met
 
Yet
Something is missing
Snatched away,
Actually
 
But to regain
That being denied
To reclaim, to undo
To heal
 
Takes time
There’s not enough time
I’m afraid
At a certain age

© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

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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Momentary Dejection

June 25, 2013

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A fly buzzes
Hitting the screen
Wanting in
Wanting out
 
In hot, damp air
A ceiling fan
Hangs
Lifeless
 
Spots of moisture
Here and there
On floor, on table
Sweat, tears, or both
 
Silently, stupidly
A phone awaits
Replies
To unanswered calls
 
Birds singing
Unheard
Beautiful flowers
Unseen
 
On the horizon
A cloud
A single cloud
Coming or going
 
Bleakness, dejection
Momentary
But recognized
A fly buzzes

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

A Willingness To Be Present

June 17, 2013

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The threshold
Of the future
Is pulled forward
Slowly and surely
Second by second
 
Or stands still
As the past
Slips away
Retreating fitfully
But never completely
 
Our yesterdays linger
Sometimes
Directly behind
Taunting
Or back around a dim corner
 
Barely accessible
If warm and pleasant
Abruptly intrusive
Uninvited
If unhappy or filled with regrets
 
But what of our tomorrows?
Sometimes
Filled with hopes and dreams
Or other times with dread
Uncertainty
 
Days and years
Lying ahead
Our dwelling place
To be
Fleetingly or longer
 
Yet, they are
Empty
Years
Waiting to be filled
By us or circumstance
 
Health, family
Resources, friends
A spiritual foundation
A sense
Of the Other
 
All shape
A life to come
But, really, isn’t it now,
The present,
That will ultimately decide?
 
Our sense of self
Now
Our willing to be
Now
Our gratitude – now
 
Isn’t that what shapes us,
Now, and in the years to come?
How we view the past
Our acceptance of self and others
A willingness to be present

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

It’s just not the same

December 18, 2011

A momentary tear in the fabric of the universe: our Sunday New York Times delivery has been delayed. Does that mean possibly not at all?

I sure have become accustomed to that treat on the quiet mornings of the 8th day.

A copy is available online, but it’s just not the same.