Solace Undefined

One of my favorite words might be overused,

less important to you

even if spoken in the nature of

you.

Could we ever really give final definition

to the thoughts we realize

are sometimes a notion

in our mind.

I would sit here all day long only to offer

her a moment of quiet peace

in her silence

her own space.

If every time I would suggest I want only

to offer you a moment of silence,

that feeling of abandon

without loss.

I once sat by a lake and as waters rippled,

my tears did flow, a sort of God moment

actually it was that moment,

and my tears did fall.

Wonder with me what is the simple act

of sight, of knowing, of feeling

where our bodies become

an artistry of love.


© Thom Amundsen  7/2021

Wanting the fog to lift

His body had grown tired, waking to a daily chore

wanting only to be admired, not this brooding bore.

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He would bed himself at night soak the linens in tear

wondering if ever she might understand his only fear.

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Upon waking in the morning, the sunlight at his gaze

wouldn’t be long a yearning, scrambling in a maze

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For it is when the fog will hold our deepest analogies

only to fashion a reaction bold, our proven fallacies.

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The deeper he would dive to find the light of day

less again he’d feel alive, wishing only for yesterday.

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There was a time I could love a foggy morning, the scenery

could create a magical fantasy, settling winds for you and me.


© Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Choices

Beautiful morning in pastel skies

lain in silent repose, autumn respite

breathes crisp is the air. Slow emergent eyes

would life alone always feel sweet regret.

How then we nourish a waking desire

the soul in our heart alive less restrain,

for there always this confusion aspire

dreams ahead so absolute quell the rain.

Let swift his own methodic … a Chopin

serenade … to reach high in the heavens.

Varied in nature our eyes could open

while an offering melt away burdens.

Oh now this moment our passion release.

For there is the will of God grant our peace.


©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2020

Inspiration in a Quote

“No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.”
— George Chakiris

 

I watched as autumn sun began to rise

a day in the life of a man so wise

he would punish himself, lay upon ground

rather than expand upon love he found.

For many years thereafter could we want

a would, a possibility, a taunt.

Such is the value of a peace of mind

when in throes we choose an only rewind.

In times of sorrow we grieve compassion,

the beauty of the human condition

must we shun all adversity favored

shallow sentiment in sorrow wavered.

Our lives touched by the grace of God we weep

we hope and dream our joy will we keep.


© Thom Amundsen 7/2020

Sunsets

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If in the quiet of a soft moment

We were the Ancient Mariner afloat

Might we wander aimless while then emote

In silent harmony a sweet lament.

 

For is the sea one in quiet recall

This guiding reality, timeless shift

A body where many less gentle rift

Would now decide in earnest Man will fall

 

If in this a sunset we are timeless

Study well the waves remain a current

Drawing history will be their torrent

Leads lives grown fond in conditions careless

 

Oh the gift is deep waters telling time

Mystique as might repeat as does this rhyme

 

 

When A Child Believes

A child is born into a quiet world

Given a slap, a gasp begins their day,

We listen with intent, a cry today

Oh to hold child in hand, love we twirled.

 

We didn’t know about an adventure,

One designed wholly in passage in rites,

Sweet is innocence drawn beyond night lights

Swift shadow seekers in nomenclature

 

A child now moves beyond original sin

Learns adaptation within peer response

Oh to know the true angst of an ensconce

Perpetuate loss, forgiveness within.

 

We might all believe sweet coo of a dove

Designs a child’s world to live inside love.

 

 

A Frozen Sonnet

When limbs of desire speak aloud elder

The crying wolf screams inside a shelter.

While hearts employ a certain reaction

When seduced word leave infatuations

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In the comfort of time we rely upon

A circle of love suggest we live on

Perhaps as sun streaked skies radiant now

Will lives inherent in time speak of how.

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Closely drawn is the passion to embrace

A responsive outlook on love’s dear Grace.

Try in earnest; recognize ageless time

For beauty in solace truly sublime.

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I walked away abandoned fearful mind

Gentle tug of apprehension, remind.

 

Haiku Pattern

brief quick respond sweet

while inside our hearts do meet

tick we solemn greet

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want happy ending

searching for a new something

always in yearning

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simple truths began

an early childhood plan

never fear the man

~

summer in sunset

a beautiful days only regret

what is chaos let

~

once in a happy smile

a positive energy awhile

outside peace beguile

If I Might Grasp Society

I would begin rather small,

wanting to measure a pitfall,

if I could grasp the world around me

would that my mind feel free.

~

To explore the simple triviality

of a generalized society.

If I look at you wrong in public

I wonder if the epiphany tragic.

~

When once we held out our hands

we might live with very few demands,

today, we’re cautious to know the place

where all of our hardships we might erase.

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I was thinking about her, well, once again

it is easy enough to try to wonder when

our lives let go of memory, and instead

we measure the worth of our homestead.

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I found a measuring tape it seemed to hold

miles of countryside, rivers not so very old.

those places in my memory where liken to cry

I rather instead just try to still ask only why.

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The tears will come they may often while alone

one minute beforehand an amenity shown,

we live by the human condition, the importance

of recognizing impulse could very well be chance.

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I believe in the responsibility of man to release

all that is burden towards hindering sweet peace.

Public Outburst

When once we try, we seem to always want to …

In the grip of our mentor’s eye we flail

veritable while the moment at hand,

suddenly turns reactive, perhaps passive.

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I’m tired these days I would certain say why

if anyone were to ask, yet the shadows

remain rampant reeling ideals,

settled by a common thread of decency.

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To cause the curtain to fall on a prophecy

one might suggest a travesty of the kind

whose scrutiny become the laughing tide

welcomes the opportunity to wonder aloud.

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When faced by a fear to recognize truth

we would certain fall upon ground scathed.