Simple really.
Nothing complicated
about watching its spectacular
image rising
over the horizon.
Makes you wonder
for a moment,
just a thought,
how small we really are,
and how magical
is the sunlight on a summer’s day.
Watching the stars overnight
and falling asleep in the sky,
a peek of morning sunshine,
lights up the world around us,
any chill turns warm,
like a thermostat in the house.
Yet this is real,
this energy,
this orb before our very eyes
lights up our world.
I stood outside in the rain,
let it wash over me,
could feel the wetness
run down my back,
my clothes began damp
then soaked
as the tears fell further,
stronger
their struggle was my own.
I could think about then
and realize
just how many years ago,
and today still
right with me,
all the time.
When I look a person in the eye
I know their thinking about me,
they were there that day.
I never come to terms
with how we each,
everyone of us
were there that day
and we walked away alone,
wondering why,
how is it that I end up here,
same place,
same horizons
locked doors and open windows.
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
The quiet room
a place where thoughts
come to life
bouncing off walls
and never settling in the same.
Only the licks of flame,
the cracks as birch lights up
to offer a solace,
a peace from the strain.
I’m listening intent
hoping some break
in the silence
of my calcified mind.
I could stay here forever,
watching the fire,
feeling the embrace
of silence inside the chaos.
A full moon is waiting outside,
hidden by a blanket of cloud,
maybe tomorrow
help explain this sorrow.
I’m watching the embers
await another log,
more licks to the fire,
more crackling aroma
of wood bursting
before my eyes.
Silence by a fire
whatsoever may transpire.
If we allow ourselves
a moment to engage
in the beauty of morning,
sunlight can radiate
our mind and body.
The leaves are turning
watching the autumn
descend upon our
summer dreams.
We will cycle
toward the arctic,
winter winds.
Yet, stand in the sunlight
for a moment, we might.
In the gaze of candles
illuminating the room,
my children’s faces,
held in time to behold.
I was wondering about the day,
the new year,
watching flickering lights
waiting for me to decide.
I looked up from my coffee
slow immediate steam swirls
reminding me of beauty,
the little things that turn our lives
to where we land,
and then I thought of
that time before.
© Thom Amundsen 1/2022
He watched quiet
a dog running
safely sequestered
in a dog park.
~
Look at the gentle sky
outside his window.
Sunlight crystal crossing snow,
he does breathe.
~
Last night candles
brought a peace
an unanticipated
trip into seclusion.
~
Stood inside
a garrison
of afterthought
wondering what now.
~
An opportunity knocking
take advantage and run.
The benefit of self
exploring new diamonds.
©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2021
Feel the wind against the pane
a song, a following
a giving greeting
in a storm.
Then gone, it disappears,
left in quiet
taking in a gray day outside.
A time to reflect
let memory share a moment
when all that matters
lay before me,
such is beauty when to breathe
is another utterance of fresh air
heard in the breeze,
silent in mind.
©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2021
In the quiet of morning
a glance
perchance
some catharsis looming.
We know the quiet
in silence
in chance
something in a silent
reckoning
happening
to each of us alone
though there would be
chance is only tone
the manner
a solitude
beyond an awkward
resonance with time
and shadows forward
acting upon this rhyme
in our lives
we feel the alives
of heart and soul
though we wish a fool
be our last venture
in fact, step in
the misty adventure.
© Thom Amundsen 10/2021
I wonder sometimes where it is I might go,
if given the opportunity
the freedom to walk away from everything
mechanical in my mind.
You see,
there is a kind of volley of emotion
we live by,
we cannot forget or perhaps
we wish we might be the one,
whom always does
need a reminder,
a reminder to live our lives
in the present
without reflection,
no memory
that might bring us down,
for there is the rub,
that down-trodden personality
the one that seemingly
‘makes us stronger’
in the end when it is far too late.
Too late,
you might beg for an option,
and quite simply there is,
but until you decide,
had enough
that fantasy remains strong
as we age,
stronger forever,
an eternal duel with what works
and what unravels in time
for a crisis to engulf …
my state of mind.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021
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