Posts Tagged ‘personal’
August 4, 2013
—∞—
Even on a sunny day
It’s dark at the lawn’s edge
Where the undergrowth begins
At the foot of the hill
The edge of the woods
A small signal of some kind
Flashes from that shadowy realm
What could it be?
Horton isn’t here to interpret
Or explain tiny messages
What could it be?
My mind goes racing
Imagination fills
To overflowing
What reason would reject
A tiny village is there
A candle in the window
The cell window of a monk
Working by candlelight
Transcribing, copying, praying
Sun glints off blades
As skaters
Circle a frozen pond
On a crisp
Late afternoon
A damsel
In a castle keep
Her mirror
Signaling
Her lover
Approaching
I found a fragment
The least bit of a leaf
On a silken thread
Moving in the breeze
© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags:Nature, personal, poetry
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Solitude | 2 Comments »
August 1, 2013
—∞—
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
Tags:Aging, personal, poetry, Relationships
Posted in Family, Homelife, Personal, Poetry | 1 Comment »
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.
Tags:Nature, personal, poetry, serenity, writing
Posted in Homelife, Nature, Personal, Poetry, Solitude | 1 Comment »
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
Tags:death, friends, marriage, personal
Posted in Family, Health, Personal, Solitude | 2 Comments »
June 29, 2013
—∞—
About one block
Into my morning run
My moment of solitude
Listening to birds
Feeling the rain
Leftover rain
Last night’s rain
Peering over
Leaves’ edges
Before completing
Their journey
Plunging to the pavement
Below
I saw her coming
A half block away
Do you ever feel like
Not talking?
I mean really
Not talking?
Maybe I could
Commence my running
Pick up my pace
Smile and wave
Hurry on by
Anyway,
I stopped
In the sun
I stopped
Foolishly
In the burning-through-
Humid-morning-air
Hot sun
I stopped
We talked
And we talked
We talked
About her son
Normally with her
A man with a disability
Developmental
He is her constant companion
Except
When he is in daycare
A respite
For her
A break
For her
Relief from his 35 years
For her
So she walks
And she talks
If one stops
For her
© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags:Compassion, exercise, personal, poetry, Running, spirituality
Posted in Ministry, Personal, Poetry, Running, Solitude | 2 Comments »
June 25, 2013
—∞—
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
Tags:Dejection, personal, poetry
Posted in Health, Homelife, Personal, Poetry, Spirituality | 5 Comments »
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