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

She Wanted My Path

When first glance, our smiles filled the room

we couldn’t believe it true so we held fast,

didn’t want to let go just let things become,

and the fires began, the winds couldn’t last.

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I wonder sometimes if it could have rained

sooner then the tears we now seem to know,

if instead our emotions could be restrained,

would we have somewhere together to go.

~

I don’t ever quite know the words I wish to use

I don’t ever quite know the words I wish to use

I wish she may look into my eyes, find my truths

~

The other day I thought about the riverwalk

a place where we did smile, a fire, red chairs,

we could laugh and play like kids and talk,

now all we do is fear, and love, no more dares.

~

I used to love to hold her in my arms at night

I would hold you in my arms again if … might.


© Thom Amundsen 8/2021

Texting My Death

I have found parallels these days

the manner by which I find

I need to compose myself some way

in the matter of letters that bind.

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Seems every time I have a thought

triggers in my head will alarm

oh wait screams my mind so frought

with anxiety, now I fuel the storm.

~

If only the keyboard didn’t scream

Get on top of me and dream

If only the keyboard didn’t scream

Life would be simpler it would seem.

~

Since texting has killed my identity

I can’t fight this overwhelming fear,

this strive to lessen my scrutiny

would draw the darker side of me near.

~

If only the keyboard wouldn’t scream,

I might return to life in a sweet dream.


©️ Thom Amundsen 8/2021

Once Did Love

Spoke to him the idle man

now sits alone a bar stool

seems becomes his friend.

All the others know the fool.

~

Once inside were a sweet dream,

a violin concerto plays his memory

soft her smile, serene did seem

a minute, together a forever melody.

~

If only then had he known today

might she have weathered the storm

ahead sensing his unraveling way.

Without explanation he lost form.

~

With no one looking the fool might cry

For then more simply it is a time to die.


©️ Thom Amundsen 8/2021

The Library

Here’s a song* I wrote for a dear friend – I’m sharing the lyrics with my readers:

~

I remember a special reminder

now you’re walking away from me

I was there on that library corner

we had eyes for each other didn’t we.

~

Many years pass and then we’re together

holding hands, we’re laughing again.

I remember a special reminder,

my laughter felt real back then.

~

You remind me of a time so lovely

your sweet elegance is what makes it happen

Any man would feel loved in your eyes

I know because – that was my when

~

I stand now alone in a wander

hoping somehow, someday you might see.

My heart aches, my soul wants to wonder

Someday, somehow we find our sea.

~

I remember a special reminder

now you’re walking away from me.

I was there on that library corner

we had eyes for each other didn’t we.

~

Hoping somehow, someday you might see,

could we someday find our sea.


© Thom Amundsen 7/2021

*I attended a song-writing camp last week that might have changed the direction of my life. I’ve wanted to translate my poetry into song for years, and I tasted that at this workshop. Now I have to learn how to play the guitar!

In the actual recording I am borrowing completely from Tom Petty’s instrumental genius on the acoustic guitar.

Relentless Passion

In hers a quiet world would she live

Each morning routine an evening of peace.

Sunrise walks with only love to give

a family, her children, her silent release.

~

His would be a need for truth in her

struggle to be she asked, a simple life

Not this constant caressing a trigger

shoot holes in her wall, cut like a knife.

~

She would her bootstraps always taut

a world of indifference, a learned trait,

one person is love, another still taught,

feel respect, to watch, might she create.

~

His was soon to be a battle in his mind

hers a simple ask me to live alone

causing him to feel this constant bind

to know quick, dynamics already known.

~

Would she, could she, soon enough relent

His own idealism she wanted to prevent.


©️ Thom Amundsen 7/2021