language curious
when words willing would wander
peace impervious
©️ Thom Amundsen 11/2020
Tag: Poetry
Slow Walk, Winter Night
For it was a chilly moment,
when while the sun began to set
I looked inside her eyes,
only to realize
hers would no longer shine
instead a sort of quiet resign.
~
Oh, we did smile many years ago,
and yet still
there seems this need of mine,
this tortured self fulfilling misery,
I must feel capable,
have some solace in knowing
I am not the loathsome man
I feel my internal self can be.
~
A slow walk on a wintry night,
to evaluate,
find my soul inside the crisp clear sky,
where dreams would happen
if only I might
know again the beauty of a starlit moment
holding fortune
holding fortune
in certain tender hands
a quiet peace of mind.
© Thom Amundsen 11/2020
Me and My Dog
Clever how we begin
a reminiscent
wave of emotion
rolls through our mind.
Tonight while I lay alone
avoiding that
temperature
this runny nose
that freaks me out
leaves me wonder
how might I ever take care of
my dog.
All we have is
an affection
loyal in a soft fur
lays next to me
winter night.
I am alone
though this is ok
love another day
for so does he,
me and my dog
©️ Thom Amundsen 11/2020
While Anxiety Will Surge
Someone might remind kindness,
our soul may arise from the depths
of a shadowed past, preventing present
its opportunity to thrive
inside the worrisome reality of this pandemic,
our Covid moments, turn months into years,
stopping our normalcy,
creating a new reality,
one so often overlooked until suddenly today,
we do stand alone,
looking through our own shuttered windows,
a silent in the winds of a night with crisp winter
looming upon decency,
the ability to see through the forest
the quiet meadow where all of our lives,
were once spent holding one another,
and then there is today,
I watched the sunset tonight,
dog at my side
dog at my side
dog at my beck and call,
please stay by my side.
˙© Thom Amundsen 11/2020
In This My Quiet
Is when then known only me
Some is the sacrifice
More often is penchant to grieve
Finding only solace
A genuine peace
Pressures are off
Too soon we would scoff
For know that day
Beautiful sunrise
Warm is energy late fall
While the morning mellows
Changing winds
Still elude this fellow
His smile
Forever held in eyes
Enough that
His soul
Would that he might
Would he still find
Her heart
(more…)Soft Echo
I have listened for years
Laying up on the ground
Each time was a new reminder
I would never really be found.
I have thought this reality
Most unusual is my sanity
Potentially even ground
As dove song listen sounds
I remember my own sense of nothing
I knew forever I could be found
Beating My Self
Rather than understand
the ‘human condition’
short and sweet
universal affections
all land together
in that same depositary
where it is
life and love,
heart and soul
do matter always
beyond pain.
©️ Thom Amundsen 10/2020
In Darkness There is a Blue
Trying to find that color,
searching since a child,
I remember gatherings
with friends my age and teenage elders,
those we all wished to emulate,
sitting amongst ourselves,
laughs, giggles, smiles,
seduction,
every aspect of the human condition,
would enhance this sensation,
our sensory being.
~
I could lay in the middle of a field
soft whisper of midnight breeze
look at the sky, the miles of sky
stars and occasional glints of light,
a shooting star where a wish is missed
so then in that singular moment
a self-critical adamant fear
begins to sweep through the forest
the moment gone now,
left feeling cold in a farmer’s field.
~
Twenty years later, or even more now,
decades of afterthought,
the what-ifs, whens, why nots, the who …
we all want to care about something,
and yet,
lost as I could with every search of word,
would it matter at all,
if one day,
the words just failed to appear.
~
I wonder the beauty of a blue horizon,
is it a state of mind or some intricate light show.
© Thom Amundsen 10/2020
While Eyes Remain
Shapes and sizes, designs
alter the world around us
give us all indicative signs
decaying lives incredulous
~
While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
~
A cosmetic journey it becomes
wardrobed fashion and trend
we all know how love succumbs
pretty lives in highlights defend
~
While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
~
Kiss the sunlight in olive
tones while our summertime
blues come crashing, we live
inside a day, perpetual climb.
~
While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
~
Lines begin to travel an unwind
across our bodies we see age
in all of its glory there to remind
us today is now our surreal sage.
~
While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
~
I walked alone inside a crowd
of onlooker seeking resolve
with how to still inspire proud
recollection of life’s absolve.
~
While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
~
Standing close you held hand
so while the sunlight blind me
I could once glance in the sand
in same young eyes, I could see.
~
Sheltered sweet soul we release
While eyes in love we find peace
Love – for my wife
Follow me
to everywhere
for my experience is
alone
lacking substance
if I could share all that is good
in your eyes
with every new horizon
setting sun
distant moon that shines upon
our natural being
then
we might continue as
together
share love’s bounty
spiritual Grace belongs
to hear-felt surreal
beauty
that is you
love
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