Confinement

Wish to reveal innermost details

when caught outside a comfort zone.

A simple pleasure perhaps spiritual

becomes less gregarious when alone.

Each time we try suggested walks close,

we know the circumstance of pain

wandering rogue outside common holes,

while the nature of our being refrain.

Once I felt the world beyond the crest,

insignificant inside this nature of man

Where could a good man feel blessed

Only less provocation survives this omen.

I wound up tight without apparent release

though time does plead a quiet peace.


©️Thom Amundsen 3/3021

Taking Walks

When once I chose to ruminate

today I will stroll,

a will to know

to see to wonder.

In winter and in summer

we might spring forward with a passion

rather than

fall upon our sword.

There is a certain beauty in that,

to know suddenly the benefit of

a spatial fascination.

Might be the wood?

Perhaps a city street

teeming with populace

while you and I share observation

hands held, our world alive.


©️Thom Amundsen 3/2021

Silent Refuge

I haven’t a simple out, this anxiety,

this setting,

a state of mind, soul-searching trauma

is our path

some diplomatic lunacy.

In truth

it hasn’t ever settled,

a decades long journey filled with

angst and trepidation.

Now when facing a greater

challenge

his body natural

will wish he curling into small

would be fetal posture.

For shields are down,

spears and spirits

would that life have meaning

beyond the edginess of a

double-edged sword.

Carry on good soldier

sadly never wore the stripes.

Traveler Bags

Is this sacred wisdom

we carry its mystery

a naked history

remains impossible along the road.

Step aside and watch time

steady wheels

weighed down in two ton

reminder.

The bags become a target

ready to be pummeled

first sighted

a driver today might aim

tomorrow disregard.

Hide in the fields of shame

distant traveler

no longer

The Library (frosty eyes)

We know

were kind eyes

for a life did I unfold a passion

years later

could a gift a sudden

remind

once then

did we kiss to hold and know

life would live

well beyond our years

when then

this might be a sudden

delight

in eyes, in heart, in soul

our mind’s eye

could now we know,

would we still …

imagine.


©️ Thom Amundsen 2/2021

Years Ago

We stood upon each other’s doorstep

Didn’t know why

Felt we should

The why, a how come, any reason

We searched each other’s to find

That answer why.

~

Now is today

Our august hours

Yet still doorsteps exist

We choose to wonder

Just shy of asking why

I want to step over

And you your eyes

Speak to my heart, my soul

I would rather cry out

So you might

Know

Exactly why

Is love.

Wants and Needs

Would that love be simple

a quiet wood, whispering breeze

to follow its journey

whistling through the trees.

~

In wintertime a naked forest

glance upon the exposed

a vulnerable sort

this is our humanity.

~

When once there might sparkle

beauty in our own naive wonder.

We did then dream, wish we

might carry on, silent mystique.

~

For is it want drives our soul

beyond this need felt once while.

If When We Cry

Policy and truth

patterns in protestations.

~

What I saw today

might be the same tomorrow,

a different lens

similar sorrow.

When tears do well my eyes

could you be my mirror …

would you let me stand nearby

though uneven would be our worlds.

~

Seems an opportunity to feel you close by

might help heal hearts wanting only a cry.


©️Thom Amundsen 1/2021

Quiet Love

Words will only restrain

such is beauty in motion.

An actual acknowledgment

within a silent serenade.

For this is love

when planning matter not.

For love is

somehow a quizzical reminder.

Our lives not bound by preface

if we live in simple harmony.

Love is

a quiet refuge stills the shadows.


©️ Thom Amundsen 1/2021

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