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
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
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
I haven’t a simple out, this anxiety,
a state of mind, soul-searching trauma
is our path
some diplomatic lunacy.
it hasn’t ever settled,
a decades long journey filled with
angst and trepidation.
Now when facing a greater
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
Carry on good soldier
sadly never wore the stripes.
Is this sacred wisdom
we carry its mystery
a naked history
remains impossible along the road.
Step aside and watch time
weighed down in two ton
The bags become a target
ready to be pummeled
a driver today might aim
Hide in the fields of shame
were kind eyes
for a life did I unfold a passion
could a gift a sudden
did we kiss to hold and know
life would live
well beyond our years
this might be a sudden
in eyes, in heart, in soul
our mind’s eye
could now we know,
would we still …
©️ Thom Amundsen 2/2021
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
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.
Policy and truth
patterns in protestations.
What I saw today
might be the same tomorrow,
a different lens
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
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.
a quiet refuge stills the shadows.
©️ Thom Amundsen 1/2021
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