What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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. ~…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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

  • Choices

    Beautiful morning in pastel skies lain in silent repose, autumn respite breathes crisp is the air. Slow emergent eyes would life alone always feel sweet regret. How then we nourish a waking desire the soul in our heart alive less restrain, for there always this confusion aspire dreams ahead so absolute quell the rain. Let…

  • Sunshine and Coffee

    I have these moments this is a paradigm a realization of some sort to hang onto with every fiber of my state of mind. Life changes and we hitch on to find wherever a landing pad might let us fall back on our feet again. We could fall off the ledge and yet always there…