What Crosses My Mind

  • The Snowfall

    Watch the seasons turn upon us quiet soft shadows, sensual sweet departures. We now move conscious toward new adventures cast upon snowy depths in life silent. ~ Will we reflect upon nature’s future while slow we unveil our new horizons? Will painful reminder offer options a sighing heart and balance would assure? ~ Reminders of…

  • If We Could Change

    What would we be if we stayed the same, if our lives didn’t change, we would certainly wonder what might be different what may lay ahead that we would be leaving to challenge. Yet do you ever embrace what could be a lovely outcome? What is the looking glass across the room seeing, will you…

  • Finding Solitude

    When do I recognize I’ve had enough after years of never really knowing how to decide, what makes it worthwhile, this it, this piece of our lives, this need to demonstrate always while this hollow reality aches inside. ~ When only the quaking fear of my psyche takes over anything else, whether it matters or…

  • A Difficult Month

    I have experienced loss this month, not simply grief of losing a loved one to the natural course of life. More presence and banishment. Not hostile as much as confusing. Many aspects of life have been exposed, many others kept in their dark holes of quiet solace from revealing my greatest fears. And yet there…

  • Moments in a Blizzard

    Windswept sky designs landmark, the world is being blanketed by that force greater than our own, a magical parade of Nature’s wrath, in the simplest manner of beauty.   Oh her strength apparent inside the wonder of it all, the winter storm, a blizzard upon our discontent, perhaps we might fly away.   Lost inside…

  • Having A Cry

    Just now, in the quiet atmosphere, where no one might hear my sigh. A silent recall today a different time, conversation and laughs, and then a glance, a pause when eyes purposely met one another again. Quite evident is the changing focus, something exciting to us both.   I will remember you a saying just…

  • A Gradual Change

    We do not see it cannot predict though exist it will. A quiet change when silence has bearing on life, and we do tear, or choose we may hold broad smile in our day. ©️ Thom Amundsen 2019

  • The Urge To Move

    Felt it? feel it on occasion, stuck in traffic seems plausible in comparison to standing still unable to navigate the next decision, next choice, perhaps a cathartic moment awaits the imagination, yet, for the moment, the urgency begins to build, suggesting something has to break … or are we always in a constant state of…

  • On Racism, Schools & Awareness

    Whenever an act of racism occurs in my community, or in the world around me, I never know quite how to respond. My natural reaction is to be appalled and disappointed, then fear settles in, then uneasiness, followed by confusion. My gut tells me I want to figure out who to blame first, and then…

  • When Pain Is Real

    No longer is a possibility an afterthought No deeper can our hearts be further fraught No more, no more, We cannot circumvent our cursory passion. ~ When pain is real, oft consequence the lesser Paralytic feature while truths shield the confessor The breathing banter Escapes with certainty, a frightening fashion. ~ While judgment acts svelte in…