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  • Oh Waukesha!

    I know a person in Waukesha She is my you We all in a mirror See our eyes Know a tear a sword, A knowledge That if we could hear the pain Her pain, his, they, we all feel We sow the empathy Even if rather avoid. Oh her kindness She is my you Our…

  • Ventures in Easy

    To say that life is easy would be to make me queasy for we should know this, really, seems remedied easily. ~ Time has its failures masses of personality complete with ventures beyond our serenity. ~ i’m a hypocrite in line standing in line standing in line I’m a hypocrite in line ~ Would any…

  • Fighting Present

    The past wants a piece of flesh, always waiting wondering when to jump on a moment with fresh ideas, exploiting our lives again. ~ Seems where we go always here back to a familiar surrounding when and if we understand fear began in our heart this morning. ~ I walked while outside the weep covered…

  • A Week in the Wood and a Lake

    I spent the week in one of my favorite places, along the shores of Lake Superior. I camped in the Temperance river, and fished, hiked, and took a bike ride. But the most telling moments of the week were reaching the summit of Eagle Mountain, and sitting on a rock next to the shoreline watching…

  • How Do We Measure Love

    When so many songs on the airwaves speak of love lost found in the quietest regions of our mind, shared love remember love let only our silence remind us all what love might be. ~ Tonight I would think about her in the softest light to see the gleam in her eyes evening stars would…

  • Waking to Love

    Sweet remedy a kindness draws eyes a wander inside foggy interior. ~ While each passing hour holds promise asks empathy an immediate proposal may suggest in heart sweet peace of mind. ~ Morning sunlight will create shadow that will ask a conscious need to step in guide a soul lost inside a societal nightmare. ~…

  • 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

  • In Autumn

    Recent winds begin a turn symbolic is sudden change we can feel in our bones sweet remedy in tones of rapidly drawing a map, surely memory we grasp. ~ Would that our lives have remind of winter’s rasp so near, the air is a whisper of another in sudden nature willingly drawn upon skin that…

  • Breaking Apart Wrath

    This communication a desire to know, to understand a device inside a spectacular mind, drowned in the circumstance of vice each community drawn by memory responsive to a quiet solace, always drawn by the tension the human condition a societal mandate, how would you respond to a crying appeal, we want what feels right rather…

  • I Remember John Lennon

    I’m listening to ‘Mind Games’ right now. I woke this morning imagining I would write about John Lennon, this being the 38th year since he was gunned down outside the Dakota in New York City. I’ve since visited the site many times over the years, and every time there is an ominous takeaway that speaks…

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