What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding Self

    I read a book the other day, pointed in a direction seemed attainable if. We all have those wonders carry us through the day, a decision in an hour affects the rest of our lives, well maybe it does, at least in that moment. What about another way, a journey toward a risk, what about…

  • Choices

    A person could over time lose their mind. Suppose that is the fear when those calm rather only speculate, know everyone cares. Afraid of certain words might – over the edge him, (them), her. © Thom Amundsen. 11/2021

  • 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…

  • Moments Before My Surgery

    The many thoughts that go through my mind before surgery. Why did I walk into the ER? I wasn’t losing a leg, losing my sight, losing my mind. I’m only going through a minor procedure, though some would say it is major. I’m not asking for something to be removed that is going to thrive…

  • Situational Choice

    So many nights my dreams manifest my days, yet I’m told, little is the connection when we trial, we try to understand just where it is we did discover how close our imagination rests within the recesses of our mind, that emotional sojourn, safely tucked away, giving only allowance to our reality, when the time…

  • Once in My Life

    I would recall a song or certain melody, mood change, slow recall, a memory might take me miles away that time before this past outcome. An adventure is welcome when fear is abated sooner than an insidious need to redefine, to understand of course, a recognized outcome similar to having processed a difficult moment We…

  • Stepping Outside

    A picture speaks a truth. ~ I danced alone happy, the first time I could. ~ A conversation a put down a clarity of purpose a scant reminder ~ A why do we do this sort of thing moment that allows our lives to become enthralled by the ones that do. ~ A reckoning when…

  • Regret’s Mask

    That space we seldom see, unless already known, the mask regrets nothing while internal turmoil creeps about waiting, about wanting, about hoping to lash out, when the time is right. When our mecca, single-most desire, passion steps toward a ledge, we cower again, we scramble to grasp a mask, a shelter to protect our, his,…

  • Frayed Ends

    We all have them, depends on a sunny day, how well we can tuck away our personal tragedy, or bold success. Matters really the arena we decidedly turn to, or need, perhaps want to listen, to see, to recognize who we might want to be at the moment. ~ There are too many days when a…

  • When Walking

    We choose a step, a cadence, a pattern we may distinguish as our own, yet we always have knowledge, of our predecessor, our previous walk. When someone is borne of ambition their ideals, point of reference seems rather fascinating to the observer, so magical is idyllic inspiration. ~ We have options we often share with…