Theresa Dould Cummings

In Praise of my happy Dandelion

When I gaze beyond my garden gate my eyes
pause longingly, at the myriad of yellow crowns
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The Hurting

On long, cold winter days one can calculate the hours
of discomfort by the length of unspoken words
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A Gift For No Reason

A gift of no purpose, no agenda is needed,
As a welcomed diversion to thwart vulgar demons.
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And as I age, my youth betray me,
whilst you beside me, replete
of your youth, ill spent or nay,
a timeless bond of love and passion
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To Lead a Life Of Quiet Desperation

Sitting at an office desk and pondering
the world at hand.
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My Pen Hath Powers beyond My Dreams

Have you my name elsewhere moved?
Have I too much ink and paper sent on to you? It
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, Flowers at My Door

Sunday morning, my favorite of the week,
Sunday paper, read aloud, a gentle voice to hear.
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A Matter of Opinion

Don't talk to me of love. Talk to me of cash to pay my
telephone bill or perhaps fix my sink?
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To Nattie

She stood aside the
Fire burning in the rusted barrel
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Validation

There is a place in the woods I know
where I can go and think a single thought
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Something Appropriate

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper,
At the very top the pastor had written:
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New Red Shoes

I gave my little girl new shoes, so begins the new shoe dance.
Performed for mothers around the world from here to
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I took out my old cigar box which held the treasures of a kingdom.
My own kingdom filled with seashells and dried out
Sand dollars to shake and rattle on cold rainy days.
My prize-winning marbles were there as well.
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Schopenhauer's Cane

Is 'The Will To Life' the center of all love? Why do we fall in love?
Are we driven to fall in love, to succeed? The individual in us must survive! Mother nature did not approve, so then I left and said no more, setting off toward new adventures with another.
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My darling my darling, only a moment
since you've left. The moments
seem like hours.
I feel your arms around me
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I Could Not Stop At Just One Kiss

I could not stop at just one kiss,
salty as the finest potato chip.
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My Sarah*


Was it really so very long ago that you grew beyond your
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My enemy, My mirror, and me

Today I accidentally saw
in the instant camera picture
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