In A Word

This could just happen

if in one word

if we look each other in the eye,

if for the sake of another day,

if when we feel … no answer.

~

In this word

we seem bound by the

moment

isolate in its own

montage of distraction.

~

We are seeking that word

fulfills our heart

lights our soul,

it is one word

repeats itself after all.

~

On the road will

speak of dreams and fantasy,

staying alert in the white lines

of the avenue.

See that?

~

I wonder if in one word we could

find kindness, appreciate silence,

erase.


© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

A Sunny Day

Rays of light peek through shuttered windows

shall the slats be opened or assure privacy,

a morning of which one surely glows

the energy blocked would be a travesty.

~

At my desk I look for inspiration

seems the night put aside

for the moment is more solution

to dredging horrors inside.

~

If present means a slow journey

then this my day would tell

a starting point with no hurry

only desire deep in the well.

~

I would climb if love awaits me

or choose to find what must be.


© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

Common Fears

I have fears, they are frequent

I have moments I wish I could cry

I have fears, and they are frequent

Wonder how many years, will I sigh

~

Wonder how many years, will I try

~

I can’t stand to storm the thinking

When I weep I still feel connected

Times like this I wish life were blinding

Moments will pass, seconds undetected

~

Wonder how many years, will I try

~

I want to hang on to this forever

Was a light I might have seen in retrospect

Don’t want to let go, don’t want to ever

I wish only that she know my – this respect.

~

Wonder how many years, will I try

~

As bones and veins and heart might decline

I wonder about the truth of roses and wine

I know that life contains only time

Only facets of lives important to rhyme

~

Wonder how many years, will I try

Wonder how many years, will I try

~

© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

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 silent response

give just enough influence

Could we not be who flaunts

rather, lives in the onslaught

~

I’m a hypocrite in line, standing in line.


© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

Waiting Now

If only a lifetime lasted forever

then now could become a yesterday,

a lost moment brings everyone together.

Yet why then must we all act this way.

~

It would seem lives are meant forgotten

rather than holding beauty inside moments,

so quick we are to run away, call it rotten.

We somehow imagine now this our lament

~

Our lives holding only so many truths we hear,

yet time and again we might feel too near.

Our lives holding only so many truths we hear,

yet time and again we will feel that fear.

~

Yet time and again we would feel too near.

 


© Thom Amundsen 10/1

Searching Repeat

We just landed

on the ground that is,

could have been talking about a launch off a tree limb,

you know the branches let you choose

autumn leaves,

or a concrete sidewalk.

Suppose it depends on where we are

when we decide to jump

that leap that decision to take a risk,

knowing only a couple of broken bones

are far better than a broken life.


© Thom Amundsen 9/2021

On Being Scared

Stepping within the shadows of our curiosity

one man might settle

world around him suggest a normalcy

only this man without conscious

effort

cannot really untangle from his mind,

caught up in the doings

of his rotational reality.

~

Like a circus we might imagine our world

in a constant thrust of

soft display,

the reality is elsewhere

for now live upon the fiction,

I applaud you,

and appreciate you,

I’m grateful to be caught up in

nothing,

nothing, at all

rather.

~

Isn’t that it then,

are we so secluded in our lives

we haven’t taken the time

to know

anyone,

any one at all,

outside our own circle of deceit,

that quiet melody of a mundane existence

allows us to never have to think about ..

never think about …

think

never think.

~

Oh for lack of ever being afraid

would we laugh, oh the fuss we made.


© Thom Amundsen 9/2021

What Vibe is This

There in the moment again,

I felt free,

a sweet elixir of hope dripped from my lips

the very place my demons

would speak

unnatural terrors of their desire for harm.

Oh my mind would carry,

a lesson of time so under wrapped with worry

a fuselage of disdain.

It is YOU I would say

and no one remained in the room,

but over there,

remember then just where

beyond the moment

we’d already begun to encounter,

though some, well one

would wait out the eventuality

of life unresolved and driven

by the pity

of voice.


© Thom Amundsen 9/2021