Ground Breaking Rules

When in childhood,

I once stood in the forest,

friends having descended the trail,

a night of surreal

exploration of the wood,

a morning fire,

a quiet reckoning.

 

Having forgotten a knife,

knowing it to be on a rock,

the rings of stone,

suddenly erupted

while coming upon,

the late night stories.

 

There is a blessing,

in the revisit,

perhaps a spiritual

guide,

a sense of

realizing Nature

needs such attention,

as my barely covered

feet stamped out

a reality of tragedy.

 

The reception of my friends,

a fatigue of waiting,

I recalled the story,

their laughter infectious,

imagining

if we had all been part of

an innocent scheme

to wipe out wood,

kept the lives of

eyes that met our silence

in the quiet of night.

 

We all do face our demons

in vivid flames of abandon.


© Thom Amundsen 2019

Always This Laughter

I remember even in the darkest days, your smile would remind me,

a life exists beyond the torment of our own self pity,

we must relish the beauty of the day, and focus on the love we share,

together in this moment with each other nothing else matters.

I would brag about your prowess with the crossword puzzle daily,

feel pride when’the rest of the story’ would echo Paul Harvey

the radio sound in the background whenever the afternoon sunlight

burst through the room. I remember you were there, content

in your quiet and reflective aura, the one that drew us all to you.

We were all in love with your spirit, your intellect, your ability

to see the future without having to define anything beforehand.

We just waited and listened and loved the melodic nature,

your wisdom our gift, our privilege, a heartfelt truths, we were

blessed to be raised with as every season of our lives

became yet another passage of time. We did find love in you.

We did feel fortune in the two of you and how we became,

all of us a part of you, in memory of pensive smiles, we continue.

While dad led the way, all of us quietly knew he was as fortunate

as any of the five of us to have you as our matriarch,

the now silent fury of passion that drove your mind to exemplary

forces of will to teach all of us to believe and know true love.

I can hear you laughing, we can hear you laughing because in a flash

we know you are love, we are blessed to be a sketch of your love..

I Teach

tree

photo by Andrey Bobir

***

August smiles,

brilliant fall colors

give pastel accents

to carve a path home.

~

Aging, beauty

to present a state of mind

delightful, happy,

invigorates our energy.

~

For now

reflection is immediate

only a moment’s glance

suggests sweet shelter.

~

Doors will open

anticipation screams through

the distant halls

recalled, fresh, familiar.

~

new faces, elders,

mindsets triggered

by ‘best practices;’

a ‘carpe diem’ … pause.

~

The reality is

as maples, oaks, poplars

turn

bold as our children.

~

We teachers delve,

avenues of knowledge,

not only selfish pride

yet, guidance with love.

~

Drop quiet in our eyes,

share stories, similar grasp,

capture our mood,

enhance our last …

~

As the autumn leaves, our time

moves forward; imagine new fires.