What Crosses My Mind

  • 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

  • Love, Time & Death

    It’s New York, of course, where lives do happen, cross through Central Park, onto 7th until we find ourselves, sitting on a bench, wondering where everyone is coming from, hoping that we might find peace.   We keep looking in their eyes, sometimes the notice is true, others, they walk by searching themselves for some…

  • Days Ago; Weeks Ahead

    Did you wonder if it was about then, that time, when we, well, while the world grew cynical around our own lives. Did you ever think we might be as necessary the cogs in the wheel, as anyone else who symbolized that same hypocrisy. Would you walk with me, just for a short while so…

  • Standing on Fences

    I didn’t, no. I could believe it might go a way my dreams, had suggested so. I would be reminded when she could walk slow, I’d be blinded by anything beyond  being so. Autumn skies, to add a sadness while across the way, she stood, she smiled, she danced, without anyone needing her to know,…

  • If Ever I Could

    I might be that person I thought I wanted to be the one that would capture your attention, the man who would become your king, I remember the hours that would go by when I first began to compose my serenade to you, I could travel for miles listening to every note that might remind…

  • I Wonder About Time

    I mean in years your eyes haven’t changed oh there’s the brow, the lines of endearment, but the vision, the deep soul of passion, that’s what I want to continue to see, I could go forever without being near you, yet suddenly in the dash of a moment, your eyes, their spiritual ambience, their need…

  • Follow Rocks

    I would walk barefoot as a child, seeking something over there, something unique on the other end, didn’t matter the moisture, stepping into creek waters, slipping and skinning a knee, while searching for that something unique on the other end. recall the glorious spring sunshine, bouncing reflective waves in soils driven by Nature’s progressive trail,…

  • Last Night’s Travels

    *** I went there last night, back in the wood, deep where no one if they could, might realize the mood I was in, so lost inside the dense wood, of my mind. Always is that place I begin to understand just why my heart, just how far my heart has gone in its search…