Tag: peace

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

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