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

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

Solace Undefined

One of my favorite words might be overused,

less important to you

even if spoken in the nature of

you.

Could we ever really give final definition

to the thoughts we realize

are sometimes a notion

in our mind.

I would sit here all day long only to offer

her a moment of quiet peace

in her silence

her own space.

If every time I would suggest I want only

to offer you a moment of silence,

that feeling of abandon

without loss.

I once sat by a lake and as waters rippled,

my tears did flow, a sort of God moment

actually it was that moment,

and my tears did fall.

Wonder with me what is the simple act

of sight, of knowing, of feeling

where our bodies become

an artistry of love.


© Thom Amundsen  7/2021

When a Picture Would Speak

A space just waits for you

wherever he might be his eyes

could speak to you

remember when we both knew

our lives would matter.

I wanted to have a forever

if only our imagination

would someway live our truths.

If any way could be enough

to speak to love

without all of the consuming concern.

I only want to see you there

a side table held our remember where.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Waking to Love

Sweet remedy

a kindness draws eyes

a wander

inside foggy interior.

~

While each passing hour

holds promise

asks empathy

an immediate proposal

may suggest in heart

sweet peace of mind.

~

Morning sunlight

will create shadow

that will ask a conscious

need to step in

guide a soul lost inside

a societal nightmare.

~

A pleasure would be a breeze

let fortune in life to breathe.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

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 the beginning …


©️ Thom Amundsen 4/2021

– to k

We took a walk together, a cool spring

would flow the night’s waves

lapping upon the evening shoreline

soothing our mind as if to suggest a pause.

An appreciation of stars aligning the sky

we might look forever not mattering

such is the cosmic phenomena

sweet, out of reach yet a dangle

of the mind, handling in the balance,

always guiding our soul so mellow to follow

our heart and know it might surely

belong in one another’s waiting arms.

There lay before us a stream would release

all the moments of indecision with only peace.


© Thom Amundsen 4/3/2021

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 peace

such are romantic airs find release.

Without sweet nostalgic honesty won

how might our lives ever find ground.

Tonight she does in soft memory remind,

silence a soulful nature, in love is kind.


©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2020