Stepping Inside

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

Something About A Speaker

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

A Fallen Storm

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

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 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

In Darkness There is a Blue

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

I Cried For You Today

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

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 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