Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Visit to Donna Brown’s – Door County
April 21, 2012In August, 1994, we visited the art studio of Donna Brown in Door County, Wisconsin. I wrote a brief reflection at that time on her working environment and the paintings hanging on the walls. We purchased one painting which hangs in our guest bathroom.
The cats looked like little rags On the rocker near Stretched out sound asleep Yellow lab taking up Rug by the work table She sat there so peacefully String trio competing Rattling windows, bent hollyhocks He sat painting – motionless Hanging among the flowers Golden hair peeking earlier Under garage door saying, “Hi.” Eating berries, cat held Head by face full length Down body hanging Later “helping mom” at Hardi© 1994 Thomas W. Cummins
Brick Patio
April 21, 2012From my desk drawer archive:
Moss takes over as One might who owns these red bricks Always damp, shady
© 1995 Thomas W. Cummins
I’m reminded
April 20, 2012Another blogger’s work reminded my of several haiku languishing in my desk
Mark Twain knew them well Paddle-powered beasts of Burden spewing ash
6/24/95
A Small Upper Window
April 15, 2012A Small Upper Window
A light is seen through the treetops A small window on an upper floor It’s late Someone must be reading Or can’t sleep Perhaps an attendant is there The building looms in the dark Like a castle Sitting on a hill Stone Stories tall and a block long But that one small window … there’s a light on I imagine a castle keep A safe place, caring, secure Or a tower A prisoner’s room, lonely, confined Possibly either or both Only the occupant knows on a particular day Maybe that’s my room someday In that old nursing home on the hill How will I see things? Filled with hope and gratitude or despair? Grace-filled or having been forsaken? In peaceful surrender or stubborn resistance? That light, that window So peaceful looking Against that immense silhouette Light does that to darkness Even the smallest glow Brings reflection, imaginings, questions© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
Morning Run Under the Blossoms
April 4, 2012
Morning Run Under the Blossoms
Pink against rough gray concrete
Pale, delicate
Pristine and undisturbed
Petals – strewn in a graceful arc
Preparing the way
Providing a pattern, a prelude to
Shade’s coolness
Soothing, scarce, often fleeting
Such welcome respite from
Saint Louis sun
Sensing winter’s pallor
Soaking in as though invited
© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins


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