What Crosses My Mind

  • This Hard Worth

    I am doing something in the morning I did not ever anticipate. Imagine all of your life a wonder when suddenly now everything that matters happens only because it truly was meant to occur earlier but we never really knew when. We always wished how and still do and will always hope, when. ©️ Thom…

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Treat Him Differently

    no wisdom will measure commonality of love inside a treasure ©️ Thom Amundsen 4/2021

  • 3 AM

    lights low, what’s happening in here no one might ever know. The cast of a dozen stories one day to the next, perhaps a romance again. Seems easy to dream when the lover is alone hopeful she might understand. Its 3 am blues are alive waiting alone to feel some fatigue beyond the daily drain.…

  • Wishful Knowledge

    Those times told before when once it happens comes the sigh. It’s that wish of only ‘getting it’ knowing we all had it. Only now a reminder gave us ‘silent scolding’ telling our own selves we ought know. The end result manifest in our own hearts when asked again and in a long-awaited, again. In…

  • A Certain Melody

    I remember a time traveling the highway short ride to my exit just off the city ramp, ~ So many occasions I thought only of you soft chords of a melody when I listen tonight still … ~ Maybe it is the Beatles, back then the Fab Four – ‘Back in the USSR’ meant little…

  • Finding Solitude

    When do I recognize I’ve had enough after years of never really knowing how to decide, what makes it worthwhile, this it, this piece of our lives, this need to demonstrate always while this hollow reality aches inside. ~ When only the quaking fear of my psyche takes over anything else, whether it matters or…

  • Monday Reminders

    Felt off when I awoke to the morning sunlight a beautiful reality outside my window frame couldn’t shake the vibe in my mind I might forget another day, today not the same.   Trying to piece together wherever emotions lay, what is it I am imagining, what is my rewind. I have scared written all…