What Crosses My Mind

  • Sitting Around In Summertime

    I was thinking about the other night when the sun shined in my apartment, slats creating patterns across the woodwork. I thought I might rather watch them fade across the walls then close the shudders when in the evening I no longer wondered about the outside only that happening in here tonight. ~ Seems there…

  • Love is a Feeling

    Matching wits with the intellect Oh so shallow the exhilaration In all it’s wonder That might be a solution If all in our wander Meaningful in its explanation Sweet emotion Such would encompass time Let’s our intellect behind ©️ Thom Amundsen 5/2021

  • Quiet Stream

    Water ripples upon sun baked rocks glints of morning light play music the eyes of summertime. ~ If my line can land just beyond above the current a soft settle might then I borrow from the pools a master swimmer lights my reel. ~ A fisherman’s catch not a single appeal, those small boulders like…

  • The Hippie Girlfriend

    She’d always ask him to tell her a story, and he could only come up with one. Her. At first, it would be endearing, how they could stroll and feel each other’s skin graze upon one another, the light air, a spring morning. It didn’t matter when, maybe him sitting at the counter with a…

  • Lost Moments

    In our lives we have many experiences travails of innocence no one has an answer to suggest an outcome only hitch on, grab a strand of burlap, feel the dust build underneath our psyche and ride on. ~ I’ve always enjoyed the horizon seeing wheat fields flowing in an autumn breeze, the fresh blossoms of…

  • Wander Away At 60

    I wonder sometimes, the rains outside no different than they ever can be, paint the ground with symbolic elements of nature, if we could all just walk away hang out in the woods, stay alone away from carrying on misinterpretations of what it is we might have once realized and then, well the time, watch…

  • Taking Walks

    When once I chose to ruminate today I will stroll, a will to know to see to wonder. In winter and in summer we might spring forward with a passion rather than fall upon our sword. There is a certain beauty in that, to know suddenly the benefit of a spatial fascination. Might be the…

  • The Color Blue

    Everyone has a favorite color tonight I’ll pick blue for any number of reasons this seems to resonate not just the hue, state of mind or mood or choice as someone said to me tonight. We make a decision within ourselves to decide upon what it is we want to focus upon, sadness? depression? do…

  • Finding A Ledge

    Oh, I remember standing in a safe distance watching them play the risk to the edge, wondering of the five there, two over near, a dozen way beyond the fence, were any one vulnerable, wondering just really curious about the edge, the immediacy of leaving behind memory and travels. ~ I’ve stood on many a…

  • A Fallen Storm

    The winds outside speak with a low tone. Might circle my mind bring me inside their own gale force. This act of nature seems necessary to help all of us to understand life, lives, our own … As fragile as the leaves dead in the fall tossed randomly through the air still holding – hoping…