Category: On Sonnets

Telling You What I Meant

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The thought occurred to me one wintry day

what if everything I believed today

just up and disappeared and in a way

became only something dying to stay.

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Well I didn’t really believe a word

in fact I wish now it had been inferred

rather than making me want a preferred

outcome that to others seemed so absurd.

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Stand alone on the pavement and then sigh

watch how others around you just stroll by.

Makes people want to sort of have a cry

when in the shadows we watch spirits die.

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Lost so deep in my head my argument

seems invalid saying just what I meant.

God’s Grace

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Her waters calm, is a pleasant visit

wonder the mystique below the surface.

Gentle waves create comfort I admit

serenity’s magical journey face.

Sitting quiet in the chill arctic air

letting my mind travel a solemn way.

Only now such peace is captured, a fair

mystery pouring a water today.

Cloud cover breaks as sunlight does appear

to indicate a sweet melodic sea.

In nature’s eye see God’s bounty is near

in life a visual formed silently.

To know just how wonderful our chance

Speaks in mind a respite from chaos’ glance 

 

As Rains Might Fall

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A quiet solitude, soft patterns of rain,

in a breeze tossed there and about

would I know the sounds would soothe

my soul in any moment of wonderment.

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I do lay upon a silent morning when steady

the waters of a sweet melody and scents

olfactory carry my mind distant to my nearby

retirement, that seeks some cast upon peace.

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Outside my porch I listen and watch

the morning birds gather their strength

feed upon such is a seed to bring delight

to the eye of a human yearning for love.

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Could a tear be reconciled when memory

allow our hearts to feel splendor in song.

© Thom Amundsen 5/2021

A Gentle Breeze

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I woke to their singing

like lounging by the river

a fresh morning dew

preparing us a sky as blue.

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This isn’t just remembering

more holding truth to who we

are when a cloudy mind reflect

upon a gentle swaying we select.

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Last night heard words ringing

soft reminders why we are now

Inside lovely dreams, a fantasy

in strength settling a symbolic sea.

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I lay in bed awaiting a morning sun

gray skies gifted me a gentle breeze.

©️Thom Amundsen 4/2021

for k

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We took a walk together, a cool spring

would flow the night’s waves

lapping upon the evening shoreline

soothing our mind as if to suggest a pause.

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An appreciation of stars aligning the sky

we might look forever not mattering

such is the cosmic phenomena

sweet, out of reach yet a dangle

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of the mind, handling in the balance,

always guiding our soul so mellow to follow

our heart and know it might surely

belong in one another’s waiting arms.

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There lay before us a stream would release

all the moments of indecision with only peace.

© Thom Amundsen 4/3/2021

Confinement

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Wish to reveal innermost details

when caught outside a comfort zone.

A simple pleasure perhaps spiritual

becomes less gregarious when alone.

Each time we try suggested walks close,

we know the circumstance of pain

wandering rogue outside common holes,

while the nature of our being refrain.

Once I felt the world beyond the crest,

insignificant inside this nature of man

Where could a good man feel blessed

Only less provocation survives this omen.

I wound up tight without apparent release

though time does plead a quiet peace.

©️Thom Amundsen 3/3021

Inspiration in a Quote

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“No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.”
— George Chakiris

 

I watched as autumn sun began to rise

a day in the life of a man so wise

he would punish himself, lay upon ground

rather than expand upon love he found.

For many years thereafter could we want

a would, a possibility, a taunt.

Such is the value of a peace of mind

when in throes we choose an only rewind.

In times of sorrow we grieve compassion,

the beauty of the human condition

must we shun all adversity favored

shallow sentiment in sorrow wavered.

Our lives touched by the grace of God we weep

we hope and dream our joy will we keep.

© Thom Amundsen 7/2020

Silence is a Forest

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Listen to the birds singing in spring
Hear the cello at home in between

Each memory
Each moment

A song we could create in melody
If only the world not live parody
Such is the mendacity of our time
When still is beauty yet sublime

Each moment
Each memory

If in the midst of a traveled rhyme
We shut out a neighbor is a crime,
Only preserve that moment, oh 9/11
Restoration, is love in sweet Heaven

Each memory
Each moment

Now in wood, in silence find our Zen
A patch of forest heart and soul then
Speaks fond of a once nostalgic liberty
We would may always grasp this reality

Oh to know the sound a certain bird will
Sweet a peace of mind, distant cello still

©️ Thom Amundsen 4/2020

Sunsets

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If in the quiet of a soft moment

We were the Ancient Mariner afloat

Might we wander aimless while then emote

In silent harmony a sweet lament.

 

For is the sea one in quiet recall

This guiding reality, timeless shift

A body where many less gentle rift

Would now decide in earnest Man will fall

 

If in this a sunset we are timeless

Study well the waves remain a current

Drawing history will be their torrent

Leads lives grown fond in conditions careless

 

Oh the gift is deep waters telling time

Mystique as might repeat as does this rhyme

 

 

To Reach The Sky

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When on a walk one early summer morn

A man began to think of life beyond

He paused to watch while children so forlorn

Seemed occupied in games they thought so fond.

 

While certain parts of life seem unattained

If standing here today would measure love

Then all the man would need to feel restrained

Might be a song, a cooing of a dove.

 

Where have the days begun to slide away

A man who stands alone knows no despair

Yet when the people call there is this way

The sky becomes the answer though we swear.

 

To gather storms to help define a sky

Would leave the afterward a silent cry.