We Have Similar Skin

Watched him today

many eyes

would notice

a downcast security

my body my own my mind

thrown to the wolves

with one glance

back.

Watched her today

some certainty

might allow

a surrounding hypocrisy

unleash ugliness

for is it not he, she once,

he will wish

they might he know

she lives, he

Lives.

When all they ever wanted

a glance a love none flaunted.


©️ Thom Amundsen 2019

Ode to Truth

I struggle

a day can change

weather is so fascinating

long before predictability,

when last night I believed I was clueless

to how life might impact

this moment.

As I stand here now,

debating the path to challenge

no longer is there an evening stroll,

the casual nature of the human condition,

now put to the test.

I believe in my heart,

let logic come later on,

I do want love to be a central truth,

long before my ego finds satisfaction.

A sad day

occurs when we no longer might recognize

friendship,

a ‘like’ less powerful than frivolous need.

I am a product of social media,

as are you, me, them, each one of us,

finds our own personal

stamp

has a clear motive for passing on

a reminder,

that truth told

defines our reality.

Question an honesty when measured against time,

perhaps we might understand

when acceptance becomes sublime.

I’m Your Teacher

I wonder if you realize the time we imagine

the words we deliver might benefit the fine

beauty of the child,

taming of the wild.

We don’t ask to change a child’s life

we don’t imagine to understand strife

we offer all our time

with every bell chime.

The other day I walked outside and recognized

an error on my part is certainly ill advised.

Why would I choose pain,

what could be the gain.

I stand before you all daily in my classroom

I would welcome anyone until there were no room.

Yet I need to find an answer

I need to know the future.

I wish I could look you in the eye with a pleasant smile

suggest that what you worry about today is not your last mile

just another daily rule

to understand, why school.

We stand before you with hope and prayer and layered love

would not you think if we didn’t act to be your dove

we’d rather you be miserable,

we’d hold you inside a stable.

I stood in my classroom today and looked around the room

I wish the eyes I see today, could recognize truly the zoom.

this moment is a blip

in years your ideals flip.

Love in our future would be the goal of anyone needing peace

So please give liberty to the idea of some disrespectful release.

A humble teacher we are today

We only wish to delight your way

I Came Back Home …

To catch a dream …

I suppose visits are marginal,

memories, reflection,

hold the hope of lives lost or known

– misunderstood misfortunes –

seem to carry their own weight,

have a bearing

who we are, were then, now

what we might have become,

or some hope to think we have realized that fortune of peace.

~

I listen with quiet mockery to

Dan Fogelberg,

clearly steer me away

from a convenience store,

yet the notion plays my head.

I wonder sometimes why it is when we wish

for that we cannot have,

is there a solution, or is that time forsaken

reality of acceptance.

I would speak to overthrow compromise,

except to suggest we are all human – frailty …

such exposure of will.

~

To tell you the truth,

I haven’t any answer, anymore than I might have

thirty years ago – I only do know today,

I’m as human as I was then,

only how I wish I might have accepted that reality

when all I would ever do is cry to silly

melodramatic lyrics that seemed to

haunt my mind with a vivid persona,

were you ever so aware how many songs we all cried over,

they make better sense today,

back then I suppose they were just,

catchy.

t-

This is just a name,

with an occasional ‘boy’ added,

an utterance, an  endearment, a memory,

a thought brings a tear today,

to know

this man who carved my childhood,

my neighbor,

my kindly soul who always could be found

outside

living a full life

with a beautiful partner, tending their garden, living love.

~

I remember so many summer days, winter storms,

childhood moments where the honor of his presence

helped shape mine and so many other’s lives.

He is the quiet man down the street,

with the cherub smile,

the man whose heart always is in the right place,

where the chuckles that he and his partner (Connie) provide,

gave reality’s grace to lovely children

three beautiful people that today

with family in hand will say good-bye.

~

We all have fond memories,

we love to recall the smiles, the humor, the human nature,

of a good person.

He is the man that one winter day, as I forged waist deep snow,

I stepped into his yard,

he was just finishing his walk,

the banks looked like that of a sculpture.

one step off the bank and I would be at the front door.

As I began, I heard him say,

‘looks pretty clean doesn’t it t

I laughed and said yeah, I’ll just jump right over,

He stopped, stood with his shovel,

hand upon hand upon handle,

a little perspiration mixing with an arctic grin,

‘I bet you won’t’ he replied.

~

I glanced into the eyes of a special man,

who braved my childhood, taught me lessons

that for his children always held true with kindness.

I smiled, walked back to the street, made my way to his

driveway and found the clean, shoveled sidewalk

tapped the doorbell to roust his son out into the wintry day.

~

He beamed, stood with his lance,

hand upon hand upon handle,

a little perspiration mixing with an arctic grin

~

‘It’s always good to see you t

I’ll miss you Don, say hello to everyone!

Going Back Again

bus

Always afraid …

I remember there was a time when I couldn’t move

stuck holding onto the metal railing,

looking about and wondering if anything might return,

any one might show their face again.

I remember always not knowing completely what it was

that she might sense,

that he might wonder and ask someone else again,

I always walked away,

without any solution beyond a confident smile,

unraveling slowly in a definitive manner

wondering if they really might be able to see my smile.

~

I could see it clearly in the mirror,

on the windows of a storefront,

so if I had such a candid view,

then what I noticed in their eyes,

just had to be true,

and with that I would walk away,

again thinking I understood,

but I still never ever really knew.

~

I remember riding the bus home

after another day of battle,

mining my way through a sea of faces,

I was looking out onto the horizon,

when I saw her walking along the street.

I could easily say hello, but instead,

I looked busy, with my best preoccupied

glance I could embellish at the time.

She later said to me at supper,

“I saw you today, you looked sadly contemplative.”

sadly i turned to her and smiled, and then I said

in a quiet whisper,

“that wasn’t me.”

~

*photo found on tumbler