Tag: peace

Morning Drowse

Just waking up

my eyes have to adjust

to morning sunlight

my thoughts,

not yet in my head

still dreaming

of last nights escapades.

It’s funny how

when we first wake up

we’re not really cognizant

of what drives our soul

until later in the morning

maybe after coffee,

we realize our heart still aches

we wonder still.

I’d like to hang onto

the fog

as long as I can

on mornings like this

when peace is still at hand.

A Quiet Time

When stepping off

With nowhere to land

We settled anywhere

A quiet place

A quiet time

The silence surrounding me

Felt peaceful, unafraid

I wandered further

And the world around me began to

Unravel

Just this once

I felt no emotion

Only a moment

Inside my composure

Did I step outside

My comfort zone

Only once

A quiet time.

On Being

I posted a meme tonight about the essence of life, and what ought matter the most in our society, our world, our planet. The quote wasn’t my own. It appeared a scrawl on the side of a building like graffiti. It might have been photo-shopped but was effective. It spoke of how the planet doesn’t need more successful people, but instead needs more love and peace and healing. I was taken by it enough to believe it mattered.

I thought about it afterward and concluded with that age old question; what defines success in our lives? I think it meant being comfortable with ourselves to give to others rather than being wrapped up in having to prove our worth. Isn’t success simply being satisfied with who we are without measure? I found myself re-evaluating my life and once again treading the terrain of that slippery slope. What is my success story? I concluded it is undefined.

I have always had rough patches to go along with my happier moments. One would argue without the pain there would be less appreciation for the happier measures in our lives.

I have been through a difficult couple of years, times of which I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. So many cathartic miseries that somehow today are beginning to have positive meaning in my life.

So how do we measure success? How do I measure my own? Instead I would like to choose to live my life with the freedoms put before me. I would like to appreciate my life and the world around me.

That is my measure of success.

The Rain

Water dripped and tapped a window pane

the opaque look of a morning blue.

Sitting now in front of a fire crackle,

imagining just how short a life we lead.

I drew myself closer to the glass

that sheltered me from the damp.

I wondered about those that might

spend their night chilled, and wet and sad.

The rain would continue through evening,

and I would watch the night envelop my dawn.

There is a crystal ball lays inside a lull,

a rainstorm lets us breathe and feel,

so in the rains one day when we wake,

we find some quiet solace in its wake.


© Thom Amundsen 3/2022

This Silence

Feel the wind against the pane

a song, a following

a giving greeting

in a storm.

Then gone, it disappears,

left in quiet

taking in a gray day outside.

A time to reflect

let memory share a moment

when all that matters

lay before me,

such is beauty when to breathe

is another utterance of fresh air

heard in the breeze,

silent in mind.


©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2021

Learning To Live

Each morning I wake, to sunlight or a soft gray

I wonder what will now become of this day.

Choosing to live, I must ready myself

for anything less remains on a shelf.

A place where forgotten lives will live

those abandoned, without chance to give

back to the world around them a release,

a passing of the torch, a bit of peace.

© Thom Amundsen 11/2021

deep seeded versions

I want to know how you are, and not the gift wrapped version.

I’d like the truth not the ‘suck it up buttercup’ trend.

I wish one day you might listen to me rather than just what you want to hear.

I hope I might see you again someday and not just simply who you want to show me.

I think love is real and we prove that by being so unrealistic today.


©️ Thom Amundsen 8/2021

Waking Odyssey

Whole nature of ego

crashing down

waking a morning slow

choosing frown

let go

Let go

Start to drown

eating away confidence though

conscious of the crown

opening eyes in sunlight, embrace ego


©️ Thom Amundsen 8/2021

Whom Would Choose

if in a quiet corner of her room

all of her pain revealed

would it matter little personal doom

holds back what is sealed.

~

She rose above the scrutiny

a measure of confidence

silent resolve speaks dignity

all others a spoken chance

~

She wished her life could remind

what purpose a challenge

a reason for losing dramatic bind

sort through all, rearrange.

~

She reclines with truth in her chair

a peaceful sweet posterior

should that any man might dare

in curiosity her own interior.

~

We live by design our own release

for this a measure is granting peace


© Thom Amundsen 8/2021