What Crosses My Mind

  • Last Night In Shadows

    I waited outside criss crossed windows anticipating her, our lives together like always, we were meant to be here. She rounded the banister, bedtime linens flowing in the darkness a light behind would shine her soul such is the beauty of a woman in love in a twilight. Her smile lit up the night, this…

  • The Library (frosty eyes)

    We know were kind eyes for a life did I unfold a passion years later could a gift a sudden remind once then did we kiss to hold and know life would live well beyond our years when then this might be a sudden delight in eyes, in heart, in soul our mind’s eye could…

  • 200 Miles

    Would we imagine seeing so far in our lives we could predict or at least know beauty we perceive eventually arrives within the miles we might choose to go to find her heart, hold his smile we are consumed is a mystique on trial. ~ I once knew someone in a decade long ago, where…

  • Quiet Love

    Words will only restrain such is beauty in motion. An actual acknowledgment within a silent serenade. For this is love when planning matter not. For love is somehow a quizzical reminder. Our lives not bound by preface if we live in simple harmony. Love is a quiet refuge stills the shadows. ©️ Thom Amundsen 1/2021

  • Choices

    Beautiful morning in pastel skies lain in silent repose, autumn respite breathes crisp is the air. Slow emergent eyes would life alone always feel sweet regret. How then we nourish a waking desire the soul in our heart alive less restrain, for there always this confusion aspire dreams ahead so absolute quell the rain. Let…

  • This Thing We Call Love

    I remember a long time ago, I wrote a little piece about John Lennon, the day he was killed and the newspaper printed it. I was 20 at the time, and it was simple, ‘Guns don’t kill people, people do’ and I couldn’t really take credit for something the world was repeating to itself over…

  • In This My Quiet

    Is when then known only me Some is the sacrifice More often is penchant to grieve Finding only solace A genuine peace Pressures are off Too soon we would scoff For know that day Beautiful sunrise Warm is energy late fall While the morning mellows Changing winds Still elude this fellow His smile Forever held…

  • That Last Place

    Months ago, in an arid summer sun I stood stunned watching their feet play the edge, up close, gravel and loose rock, awesome picture for the den, a wide expanse behind us all, let’s us believe there really is a top to the world. ~ Too far away, too scared, couldn’t make it anyway I…

  • An Autumn Sky

    Oh we do see the autumn of our lives each season holds promise to the wise, ah, to breathe sordid remnants of summer where twilight body bathed in hot slumber   Now to wander in the mind inside a travel on sunsets and rises we felt could unravel. That perseverance such is humanity fierce that…

  • Critical Circumstance

    We do measure our lives our accomplishments a steadfast ability to compete with ourselves. If might our lives not be so easily swept by the tides of societal expectation what then might be our end game. Would we survive if we came to realize nothing else really mattered beyond the satisfaction of, inevitably, ourselves?  …