What Crosses My Mind

  • The Green Light

    It appeared a sudden warmth plays out memory in a passage fitting for anyone as it could in a tragic novel spoke of time and our yearn. I saw the green light today and I would breathe. ©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2021

  • Three Lives

    If we could shape our world those lives we learned we might, imagined we could, promised we would all three blends of a sensuality cascading our mind like a summer rain sweet, scented, soaking serendipity. Three lives if we could shape desire and promise might we all understand we can overwhelm the mystique … our…

  • Waking to Love

    Sweet remedy a kindness draws eyes a wander inside foggy interior. ~ While each passing hour holds promise asks empathy an immediate proposal may suggest in heart sweet peace of mind. ~ Morning sunlight will create shadow that will ask a conscious need to step in guide a soul lost inside a societal nightmare. ~…

  • Friends Will Reach

    I have had a few tough days. It is funny how quickly I can sometimes fall into what my mother would often call a low when her diabetes was out of balance. My lows aren’t the result of diabetes, not by any stretch. But I do have them, and I sometimes wish they didn’t exist…

  • Listening To The Trains

    I was listening to the rain outside, a steady rhythm of a soft spring shower the whistle of a train nearby, reminded me of a man I love so dear.   I have watched him grow his entire life a boy to a young man, such happens overnight I see pictures and memories and I…

  • A Canyon Rite of Passage

    the reality of time outtakes and fantasy easy climbs sheer cliffs human mortality tested in a tourist manner of conceit.   One afternoon, a quiet gentleman decided his time an essential promise reached its end how easy the edge.   Standing alone he imagined just how far might be the land would they even know…

  • Numbing My Reality

    Seeing hope in the eyes of death Knowing love is an energy blessed Walked into a room Where he stood strong Where she would laugh Why tomorrow we will all cry Is a measure Conducive to living life Accepting mortality Turning anger to hope For with every life A new dawn prepares sunset Our confusion…

  • We All Know People

    We walk and talk and laugh and cry we very seldom wonder why. The world is a constant challenge to know what latest foil we avenge. She is a woman of substance, a smile so indicative of freedom in erstwhile company that does suggest harmony meant to soften the grit of calamity.   She does…

  • If, Again

    If once we were partners though shadowed intimate decisions drove us apart, our lives seemingly drawn in more necessary direction, would it be possible to find purpose in knowing … again.   If the world were able to walk in the shoes of those they despise would it be possible then for each of our…

  • We Took A Beating Today

    I read the news, it was awful, filled up with views made me want to ‘manafort’   my breakfast, lunch and dinner, so I chose not to eat the garbage being spewed, drank clean water all day instead.   We watched a conservative rally, full arms and gusto no more of this sally way toward…