What Crosses My Mind

  • A Private Life

    If I tell you what I feel, it’s a normal reveal. If I want to be exposed I’ll tell you all my throes. Seems simple on my mind, memory, rather not rewind Miles of the long journey, hours of lost scrutiny. Seems I’d rather stay alone then live inside my own. This pain I feel…

  • The Green Light

    It appeared a sudden warmth plays out memory in a passage fitting for anyone as it could in a tragic novel spoke of time and our yearn. I saw the green light today and I would breathe. ©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2021

  • Because It Never Is Real

    Until the weeping eyes are visible we can’t really know the pain, when everything seems possible, instead we lose our train of thought, so frought we fought, when ought either one of us might instead, recognize there is no realistic time on love that wasn’t wasted because we’d rather be frantic. this security a certain…

  • Three Lives

    If we could shape our world those lives we learned we might, imagined we could, promised we would all three blends of a sensuality cascading our mind like a summer rain sweet, scented, soaking serendipity. Three lives if we could shape desire and promise might we all understand we can overwhelm the mystique … our…

  • She Gives Me Real

    When it happens I can smile, not a knowing I am right sort of trivialized agreement, far more this sanity we all try to live yet seldom understand why. I remember once being told we ought not ever ask, only allow let the circumstance be not our own, only cast the open freedom to salvage…

  • Hearing Voices

    They are not loud, in fact, whispers that catch me, wondering where. They are in my head, reminders of why it is that way I am will be my forever. I sometimes in the silence can imagine window sills tremble, the sky is falling inside my mind. I wonder if you might know, this feeling…

  • The Sudden Nature of Touch

    I am in my quiet, the fortress of my own   isolation.   I’m doing everything right, six feet apart, wash your hands, clean your countertops, do the laundry, wear gloves at the gas station, (wait I didn’t, a week ago, what if … )   So many, wonders, what if, thank God I have…

  • Once, In Sunlight

    We did in quiet observation, attend of course the eyes windows that speak well beyond the notice of a fashion, of a trend, of an expectation.   Instead, just a glance where both pain and joy can reside, can wait for the next opportunity to speak aloud in the framework of sweet silence.   We…

  • Another Steps In

    Remember the word invaluable its mystique left in its own mythological persona, that feeling of worthiness beyond the normalcy of our lives.   Remember we always believe, seldom do we allow ourselves to fail the resilient nature of respecting the human condition.   Remember we tend to pretend ‘everything is alright’ ‘we should get together…

  • The Deepest Cut

    There in the silence a wandering soul, human being whom when asked will respond, will navigate inside a moment.   What is it the seeming attraction takes their heart beyond finding peace, instead persecution offers solace before a quiet passion.   Once in a storybook lived a man who did question his life, the meaning…