Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Aspects of Loneliness, No. 5

September 26, 2022

Who I am,
Where I am,
Entwined as one.

Where I am defining
Who I am.
Location, place,
Informed by time.
Time realized through age.
Age collecting fragments
Of time and place.

Who I am,
Where I am,
Entwined as one.

But disturbning time and place,
A disturbance infused with uncertainty,
Brings anxiety.
An uprooting from place.
Disturbed roots,
A feeling of loss.
Loss felt as loneliness.

Who I am,
Where I am,
Entwined as one.

New city, new job, new coworkers,
But no place to live.
No place to call home.
A house yet to be found.
Family anxious to join me.
Everything seems unreal, unsettled.

Who I am,
Where I am,
Entwined as one.

©2022 Thomas W. Cummins

*Aspects of loneliness

Aspects of Loneliness, No. 4

September 23, 2022

More than just a hello to a passerby,
A topic of conversation
Other than the weather.
Everyone is interesting
On a morning walk.
Even those who don’t respond.

So much to notice.
Dogs, young children,
A sports car being polished,
Contractors unloading materials,
A dug up front yard,
Yard sign proclaiming Black Lives Matter.

Overhead a swarm of men on a roof,
Hurrying to beat the rising sun’s rays.
Shingles float down to a dumpster
Like leaves.
Making room for the new.
Their job done.

A temptation to engage,
To comment, to converse.
Is speaking with stangers
Triggered by loneliness?
Or just a need to hear myself,
Alive and present, mindful.

©2022 Thomas W. Cummins

Aspects of Loneliness, No. 3

September 12, 2022

Long before any awareness
Even before I was aware of me
There were others
Asking nothing in return
Love and approval
Unconditional, unearned,
Came my way

Support and encouragement
Ensued for years
Most often taken for granted
Then suddenly through death
It all went away
Parents’ absence – real, palpable
Makes life seem lonely

©2022 Thomas W. Cummins

Aspects of Loneliness, No. 2

August 20, 2022

A lonely feeling
I don’t really miss anyone in particular
At least not at the level of awareness
Maybe there doesn’t need to be a personification of loneliness

There could just be a hole in my heart,
One that no longer aches
But has yet to begin to heal.
A grieving that is ever-present

A grieving for what?
A long hoped-for relationship?
Something from long ago that is unresolved?
Out of reach, inaccessible, unidentifiable,
Yet so real?

There is one I will miss
That will bring a deep loneliness 
A long marriage brings forth another presence
One beyond and outside either one of us
Yet in us together

©2022 Thomas W. Cummins

Dancing On the Ceiling

May 7, 2022

Passing through leaves, sunlight

Sending breezy Japanese maple leaf shadows

Bouncing off a small, round glass table

Forming a bright circle

Dancing on the ceiling

Blessing the moment with Ps 46:10

Knowing All Will Be Well

© 2022 Thomas W. Cummins

Shoes On The Radiator

February 23, 2021

I can still smell the snowmelt

After all these years

A childhood beckons, tugs

My memory opens and embraces

Soggy grass

Puddles in the street

Wet shoes

Stuffed with newspaper

Atop the radiator by the backdoor