What Crosses My Mind

  • Stuck

    when a person cannot fathom a universe without meaning. when having a tomorrow will bring a fearful Speculation. when knowing the truth seems miles away safely tucked inside a dream filled with forgotten keys … When! ©️ Thom Amundsen 2019

  • A Gradual Change

    We do not see it cannot predict though exist it will. A quiet change when silence has bearing on life, and we do tear, or choose we may hold broad smile in our day. ©️ Thom Amundsen 2019

  • Pieces of Me

    Wish I could find smallish memory wrap them in twine drop them in the sea Then might my eyes witness some effort now questioning why an absorbent support Will their history rather sink than float farewell this century shadowed life he wrote Above water may I not abhor Pain left living on the ocean floor

  • Our Spectacular Being

    I can feel you, crossing a path, planting my feet in the morning mud, last night’s rainfall, making apparent the day ahead would not carry the same weight in a sunny afternoon.   I think about aging sometimes, more than some would like, I imagine those days, suggesting, if I could … all over again.…

  • Summer Dreams

    Wish for a chance to capture such beauty As lights our horizon, an accentuate calm. Satisfy urgency, sweet like the palm Solace upon heart sought serenity.   Silent eyes seeking accessible paths A walk is meditation in such air Having found freedom, surreal is where Let go of resentments, wild wanton wrath.   A forest,…

  • A Foolish Proposal

    To imagine nobody knows, our hearts turn to stone we might waffle in envy, scorned by our own soul.   When a stroll in twilight seems singular what happens if the world around is forgotten.   Lives become measured without sacrifice only retrospective annals of lost imagined horizons.   While traffic lights blink, cast away…

  • The Will to Fight

    Was a day would a shadow be a muse could satisfy, ever loom cast a pall slow remember with little why. ~ In a breeze follow desire beauty is time lights a fire when all around our lives seem daunting love does remain. ~ A source indeed such is freedom her spirit waits … allow…

  • Why Sisters Are Cool

    I called my sister today, before I even uttered a word she asked me if everything was ok, then in a gasp I tried to breathe she said then, what’s wrong?   I called my sister today, before I even uttered a word I knew I could lose my shit and she would think it…

  • Walking Outside

    Pay attention to surroundings the world in concrete dustings we wear the right shoes they’ll comfort the blues make a long day seem rather sweet in an odd sort of flavor of calling the shots in a mid-day conference where decides the way.   Welcome the summer air fresh from last night’s rain, a thresh…

  • Look Closely If You Can

    At a quick glance we might call sweet shelter the homes hold hope and prayer and a safety for everyone inside, security the temps suggest a different manner.   Across the city another enclave of soul seeker human condition airs indifference as a blizzard ensnares their grip on surviving a city cave.   Two worlds…