Archive for the ‘Solitude’ Category

Storm Remnants

October 4, 2014
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Like old crones
In tattered dark gray cloaks
Last night’s storm clouds
Shuffle off to the east
 
Hiding the rising sun
They prolong their gloomy pall
Leaving behind sodden leaves
Plastered against windows
Overlooking the slate-hued lake

Dancing Rose-Gold

July 29, 2014

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Each morning
Early
As though awakening
The lake
Comes alive
 
An opening movement
Two ducks
In formation
Quietly chatting
Whisk by just above the water
 
A single gull appears
Overhead
Looking, searching
Its wings
Pink with the rising sun
 
Far off
A loon begins its day
Black-green head
Sharp, wet bill
Glistening
 
On the bunkhouse wall
A dance
Rose-gold reflection
Sun grazing the water
Finding its way into the room
 
A noiseless waltz
Sometimes partnered
Leaf shadows
Gentle
In a morning breeze

© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins

Beckoning Call

May 26, 2014

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A dog is barking
It’s late
That distant sound
Pulling
Tugging
At a loose thread
A fragment
Of memory
 
Memory of what?
I’m not certain
Was it in a play
On some long-ago stage?
A movie?
Or heard from the window sill
Of my childhood bedroom
On a hot summer night?
 
Hearing that faraway call
Pulls at me
Each time
Every time
What is the meaning? Why am I drawn?
Perhaps it’s because
It always beckons from beyond the current situation
From beyond myself

© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins

Thoughts swirling high above politics

September 30, 2013

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My T-shirt for today put me in a reflective mood.

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A Meditation Remnant

August 18, 2013

Occasionally, in my daily readings, a phrase or quote catches my eye and lodges itself in my thoughts for many days.

“No matter what happens, be gentle with yourself.” – St. Jeanne de Chantal

Apophatic Morning Stillness

August 15, 2013

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In the screen house
Under the trees
Overlooking the lake
An hour before sunrise
 
How does one describe
A stillness so complete
The tiniest leaf
In motionless silhouette
 
Against water
Tinged blue, pinkish-peach
Hopeful, tranquil
Waiting
 
Stillness, but not silence
A loon’s plaintive call
Hum of car tires on a road
Hidden deep in the hills across the lake
 
Circular liquid remnant
Far from shore
Unnoticed, unheard
Fish breaking the surface
 
Chilled
Time to go into the cabin
Grateful, blessed, a gift
Daybreak

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins