Tag: muse

If When We Cry

Policy and truth

patterns in protestations.


What I saw today

might be the same tomorrow,

a different lens

similar sorrow.

When tears do well my eyes

could you be my mirror …

would you let me stand nearby

though uneven would be our worlds.


Seems an opportunity to feel you close by

might help heal hearts wanting only a cry.

©️Thom Amundsen 1/2021

Muse Lessons

There is that desire

a described inspiration

perhaps we cannot identify

we only believe she


a sweet moonlight,

or perhaps a simple gesture

a muse is born

we might go forward without knowledge,

yet lessons learned,

come later

when the least necessary affirmation

becomes our powerful


perhaps a memory,

a fond recall of a pretty woman,

just the thought,

her moment when in that instance,

she smiled a thousand years,

and for a time she was your own gift.

For our gifts are that which we cannot endure,

yet we might for the lesson of humility

rely upon the muse.

Our Silent Muse

We all have one, somewhere nearby, or elsewhere,

that copy, a shadow, a response we failed to hear

until we once encounter a moment of clarity

when the stars align, we decide to … understand.

rather than continuing the battle of individuality

we suddenly are together, without any demand.

That’s when our muse whomever, whatever, wherever

will smile in the background not because they put us

where we wanted to be, more simply,

our muse is there to watch with love, because their

whole wish is for our humanity,our selves, our …

When a muse becomes the focus of our writing,

our acting, our performing, our creative souls,

have an entirety of cathartic energy filled with love,

a karmic sojourn if you will that blending in unity,

allows our lives to flourish in the elegance of reality.

Sweet Ode to Her Eyes

Music will light up the night

Visions in tear-drawn windows

Sweet sounds to remind

Time in essence

Do you ever recall exact meaning?

We met one summer

Taking classes or just noticing

A certain intrigue

Drew our lives together

We played with our own desires

Drawing nearer

Letting caution be our muse


I remember you

There was this gold string sash

You put it in my hands

Before the party

My teenage insecurities

Wouldn’t let me realize

The energy around that sash

Your fingertips in my hands

While wrapping string

Around my naiveté

I remember your smile

Eyes shining in the evening sky

Lips curled with a sweet

Clever knowing grin

A caution held in a sash


Years went by, and a visit

Drew us together again

My sister was always sharp

She knew long before I did

And we chuckled

That brief evening

When I kissed you …

I might almost recall the fabric

Your jean jacket

As my hands held your shoulders

And you leaned into me

We borrowed only for a moment

A neighbor’s wall outside a party

And chuckled away

Letting caution be our muse


The beauty of time

Two souls travel distance

And yet I came home again

Standing in a crowded room

Feeling ambiance and years

Moods that could channel souls

Quiet in my own mind I wondered

Leaned against the wall

Noticing strangers

When my eyes opened

You stood before me

I recognized your smile

Your eyes sparkled with

That knowing grin

Immediate conversations

Took us long into night

A romantic park bench

Moment in endless hours

There was only time

To grace one another’s past

And offer fresh retellings

Each word with allowance

Knowing caution was our muse


Our next reunion

A social media moment

When a text finds a friend

In the twilight

Welcoming coffee

And strong dialogue

We talked of family

Of love

Of life and sisters

Children and fortune

Certainly without the material wealth

But how the soul feels

Within those moments

Your heart, compassion

Beauty, grace, elegance

All of those words you deny

Were spoken in the sweet windows

Of your eyes

Laughing over ice cream

Caution is human nature’s muse


While the moon in night amber

Beckons our mind to figure out why

Know your eyes will give expression

In their reaching desire to recognize

How purpose drives our spirits

To define that mystique of passion

That romantic interlude

Between the real and imagined

When in a song we might recall

While suggesting otherwise

Our peace can be held in our hands

Knowing we may touch someone’s heart

(Eyes do, will, can, have touched our hearts)

Let time become our nostalgic sojourn

Well beyond the Grace of caution’s muse

Searching for My Muse

Like a composer
The words are the keyboard
Fingertips draw out sounds
Searching for a release
Finding the right
To suggest the feeling
The emotional drive
That gives strength to definition
I am seeking you tonight
In the twilight of a star fallen sky
Listening to a piano masterfully designed
To allow certain tones
To enter my blind
Driving my world through words
As quickly as they come to mind
I am careful to lay them out on paper
Hoping for a release
The tension inside
So direct, so biting
I may lay stunned
Feeling the earth against my skin
And wondering
Just how far, my thoughts need travel
To feel once again
I rode my bicycle up a long hill one hot afternoon
And each circular motion drew me further
Closer to your world
That was my goal
Anything else was simply an
The real journey
Was to transport my usual self
To your doorstep
And when I arrived
In the cool afternoon air
You offered me water
And my bicycle
Suddenly became centuries old
And the pasture golden with the summer’s wheat
Swaying gently in the breeze
Shadowed a brilliant sky
Of autumn’s challenge
Suggesting …
Our moon in that later night sky
May be as real today in yesterday’s eye
Muse nearby travel with me for I am
Seeking a splendor suggests only why