What Crosses My Mind

  • Lost Moments

    In our lives we have many experiences travails of innocence no one has an answer to suggest an outcome only hitch on, grab a strand of burlap, feel the dust build underneath our psyche and ride on. ~ I’ve always enjoyed the horizon seeing wheat fields flowing in an autumn breeze, the fresh blossoms of…

  • Wishful Knowledge

    Those times told before when once it happens comes the sigh. It’s that wish of only ‘getting it’ knowing we all had it. Only now a reminder gave us ‘silent scolding’ telling our own selves we ought know. The end result manifest in our own hearts when asked again and in a long-awaited, again. In…

  • A Certain Melody

    I remember a time traveling the highway short ride to my exit just off the city ramp, ~ So many occasions I thought only of you soft chords of a melody when I listen tonight still … ~ Maybe it is the Beatles, back then the Fab Four – ‘Back in the USSR’ meant little…

  • Confinement

    Wish to reveal innermost details when caught outside a comfort zone. A simple pleasure perhaps spiritual becomes less gregarious when alone. Each time we try suggested walks close, we know the circumstance of pain wandering rogue outside common holes, while the nature of our being refrain. Once I felt the world beyond the crest, insignificant…

  • Simple Thrills

    A fire in winter catching ice in arms snowbound landscapes will tell a story. Eyes we might wish to search further inside. Simple stories.

  • In My Mind

    Starts in the morning sunlight when awoken by the light of day. Makes one wonder a clarity though having lives found far away provides an amorous vulnerability would that eyes clearly dream a night. When once there was memory found now shall be the reality drawn as one in arms where eyes can feel such…

  • These Are Our Days

    We know them no filter moments side swept rains tease snow feel moisture on naked socks walking the dog a midnight rendezvous perhaps routine to some yet tonight, today, last year that calendar date might, may, will, has, did, does always, wants forever a return. Remember once quiet impassioned plea. I will always be here,…

  • Finding A Ledge

    Oh, I remember standing in a safe distance watching them play the risk to the edge, wondering of the five there, two over near, a dozen way beyond the fence, were any one vulnerable, wondering just really curious about the edge, the immediacy of leaving behind memory and travels. ~ I’ve stood on many a…

  • Memory Might Delight

    So often would I return terrors of childhood only heard in a solo preoccupied mind. Would that I focus upon ills and yet now she allows soft is a memory sweet in mind and soul where heart does speak of muse and mystique. ©️ Thom Amundsen 12/8/2020

  • In Autumn

    Recent winds begin a turn symbolic is sudden change we can feel in our bones sweet remedy in tones of rapidly drawing a map, surely memory we grasp. ~ Would that our lives have remind of winter’s rasp so near, the air is a whisper of another in sudden nature willingly drawn upon skin that…