What Crosses My Mind

  • Fighting Chance

    It’s one to lose hope, to walk alongside fate, we all imagine a vanity keeps us penned to the ground. When told it’s all right we would rather deny ourselves any judgment. Yet, speaking of all there always seems a penchant for remorse when coming to terms. Asking along the walk what if we decide…

  • This Silence

    Feel the wind against the pane a song, a following a giving greeting in a storm. Then gone, it disappears, left in quiet taking in a gray day outside. A time to reflect let memory share a moment when all that matters lay before me, such is beauty when to breathe is another utterance of…

  • Saying Anything

    In a moment alone we in the present widen our scope of judgment lacking a dialogue a helpful manner of speaking. ~ If heard on the other side of the room having little direction a construable offense would be the second another guest spoke from the heart without any filter none at all. ~ To…

  • Waking Silence

    A loud cacophony of indecision will break a silence without vocal interference some remedy lost though it would recall. Nostalgic moments direct our psyche when it is a time allowance to imagine some heartfelt memory the sort that seem forever. We seek the truth yet we will fight the hurt. ©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

  • 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

  • A Quiet Reality

    By the way, look in her eyes, you will see my own, a distant wonder denies the presence of passion sown. We are all traveling alone, despite seconds away we would tell you what we have known, if only allowed this one day. The lives of her own discovery seem rather telling, weeping personality with…

  • Taking A Walk

    a walk in the woods quiet serene streamed light we listen to silence rustling breeze we can hear the sound begin from across the lake, until in our world, we sense the true nature of a forest, maple, pine, birch, a history of love in recluse taking a walk one day I realize we are…

  • Silent Moment

    When just a glance offers no chance.   When a quiet remember ignites angry ember   While offering some solution quickly dies our absolution   With every offered ideal there seems a ready deal   I walked inside a mirage the other day, I thought i had sort of found my way yet I was…

  • On The Wonder of Age

    Today is the birthday of an elder, a daughter just lost her father, a young boy, playing in a culvert, watching handmade wooden ships float toward the sewer, no judgment in mind, simple childhood, with an elder keeping his welfare in mind.   We wonder sometime about the truth in aging, the wisdom found, the…

  • What’s Really Happening

    Ever wonder, when you look them in the eye, if their response is a genuine effort to lie. A mean-spirited man once said to me, if you wait around, you die.   Ever wander through a day and sigh, just not sure how to complete a moment, instead letting it pass, by listening to the…