I have listened for years
Laying up on the ground
Each time was a new reminder
I would never really be found.
I have thought this reality
Most unusual is my sanity
Potentially even ground
As dove song listen sounds
I remember my own sense of nothing
I knew forever I could be found
I found this enormous chasm,
walls beyond my reach,
a dank stream of sarcasm
flowing in between broken lives.
I have had a fear of this place,
a very long time,
ever since once in a moment,
I felt a silence in my mind.
Sorting through shuttered windows,
imagining teeming lives outside
while perception stand alone
enabling now the shrinking walls.
A certain tightness in this acrid air
give a visionary a repulsive response
to wondering just why, tell me how
we lost contact our wandering sky.
Discovering there really are limits,
vaporous form sans freedom emits.
© Thom Amundsen 10/2020
Rather than understand
the ‘human condition’
short and sweet
universal affections
all land together
in that same depositary
where it is
life and love,
heart and soul
do matter always
beyond pain.
©️ Thom Amundsen 10/2020
Remember standing in the rain
feeling the water dampen your cheeks
nose tickling from soft droplets
then your hand wet wiping it all away.
Suddenly then some literary mirage
asks you might reconsider that moment
was the asphalt wet
did your socks get soaked.
Perhaps instead in your picture window
you watched all the kids rain-soaked
dry inside while they stood at the stop
just watching an afternoon slip by
Puddles were left for later on
damp riders caught the bus home.
©️Thom Amundsen 10/2020
The winds outside
speak with a low tone.
Might circle my mind
bring me inside their own
gale force.
This act of nature
seems necessary to help
all of us to understand
life, lives, our own …
As fragile as the leaves
dead in the fall
tossed randomly through the air
still holding – hoping – to a gentle end.
©️ Thom Amundsen 10/2020
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 readies itself a scant
wardrobe would we wonder.
~
So now tonight joints ache
sometimes all we can take
while the world around
seems certain to have found
a new lease on life
that we forgot such advice
might we venture forward
resilient in our own toward.
A strength is what we speak
and yet today winds do peak
upon the settling sun
follow ominous moon.
~
Moving away from a charm
that youthful spirit never harm.
©Thom Amundsen 10/2020
Trying to find that color,
searching since a child,
I remember gatherings
with friends my age and teenage elders,
those we all wished to emulate,
sitting amongst ourselves,
laughs, giggles, smiles,
seduction,
every aspect of the human condition,
would enhance this sensation,
our sensory being.
~
I could lay in the middle of a field
soft whisper of midnight breeze
look at the sky, the miles of sky
stars and occasional glints of light,
a shooting star where a wish is missed
so then in that singular moment
a self-critical adamant fear
begins to sweep through the forest
the moment gone now,
left feeling cold in a farmer’s field.
~
Twenty years later, or even more now,
decades of afterthought,
the what-ifs, whens, why nots, the who …
we all want to care about something,
and yet,
lost as I could with every search of word,
would it matter at all,
if one day,
the words just failed to appear.
~
I wonder the beauty of a blue horizon,
is it a state of mind or some intricate light show.
© Thom Amundsen 10/2020
A sadness occurs when rain speaks
talks of a surrounding pool of grief
Once in awhile the woods cannot
give solace to the falling showers
of common recall and contribution.
I like to spend my time in the forest,
often there are moments where truly
I have hidden from the reality of life
amongst the brush and buried horizon.
Though with the mind a sudden impact
we may glance across the room to remember
seeing laying in bed, whether I wanted you,
or felt estranged, I suddenly am anxious
with the memory of just you being nearby.
The result of my actions I wasn’t
expecting would have such impact
on my day, on my psyche, on my …
ability to look away from that which
we created for years together.
I glance upon the walls of my bedroom
and see the framed beauty of our oneness
that which are smiles I wish might always
be alongside my dreams, stay with me
only the truth exists in the future.
Our children speak truth now forever,
freedom fly your way, I’ll remember.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2020
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 will always sing its harmony in verse.
When does love on this earth become sweet
how silence in the rain may venture in sleet,
yet still do our eyes have wells, a dignified cry
would we let a mist cleanse face in gray sky.
An ashen wind in the west a foreboding scenery
while our sacrifice weep, sweet is aging silvery.
© Thom Amundsen 9/12/2020
