What Crosses My Mind

  • Yesterday’s Sadness

    I think about it today, how many people told me be patient let the days go by, let go of the pain and know the future will settle all the anxiety in my mind. I remember believing it would never go away, the self doubt the trepidation, the agonizing fear. Being alone again wondering how…

  • Serendipity Is Love

    Would that we might dance the night away When once out of reach, our love found its way If were to measure all the pain and suffering Could not surpass, such is beauty our yearning. ~ Perhaps it was alone, a quiet drum beat A solo venture that would evade defeat Perhaps it was alone,…

  • Relentless Passion

    In hers a quiet world would she live Each morning routine an evening of peace. Sunrise walks with only love to give a family, her children, her silent release. ~ His would be a need for truth in her struggle to be she asked, a simple life Not this constant caressing a trigger shoot holes…

  • Woman Is Wisdom

    For is it woman who might fly if not his grasp slipping beyond her own swift reckoning is it man rude in permanence would slender such is elegance what we might wish could he release © Thom Amundsen 7/2021 © Allen Parseghian Photography

  • Waking Silence

    A loud cacophony of indecision will break a silence without vocal interference some remedy lost though it would recall. Nostalgic moments direct our psyche when it is a time allowance to imagine some heartfelt memory the sort that seem forever. We seek the truth yet we will fight the hurt. ©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

  • Grad Party Moments

    After a year of Covid the grad parties have returned. There have been years past where I haven’t attended any of the celebrations of our senior graduates. Last year I made no excuses, we all stayed home. But there have been occasion where I took an all or nothing approach. This year has been different.…

  • Two Soul

    We did when once held eyes then spoke of feeling blessed. We asked each other if that held inside matched each other. Would wits in unison strike gold or a stricken fever would be the natural course of love when fraught with fear the flip-side will prevail. We spoke of time in a sudden fantasy…

  • 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…

  • Changes We Remember

    We would sit nearby with a smile ‘yours or mine’ I might add, yours now a grimace once we made endearing, tonight I am only alone. ~ Days ahead we did not think only knew the now if I could reach and touch your hair and feel you move nothing mattered anywhere. ~ Tonight while…

  • 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…