What is Inside My Mind

Oh the trials and tribulations

to offer little poignancy

to the broader scope of the world.

Yet, what’s inside,


that part of why, the wicked

and the resolute


finding a stream silent in the wood

like a flowing dream

the sounds and scapes give solitude.

Some of my best stuff

occurred when she was around

he’d state, this deep pocket of his mind,

without recurrence who would remember except

for himself

over and over again,

yet, there are the people

those close and near,

heard it all forever as well

deep and ruthless the content.

This speaker

so sly of wit in order the discretion


to pull off


We do decide how



the idea of fortune in the mind,

the complexity of neurons

suddenly combine

purpose seems more near than far.

Sometimes I won’t have the answer

he spoke with such fair

in an ascent

allowing the callous nature of 

“I want to survive,”

wreak havoc.

Oops, I slipped.


© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

A Look, A Comment, A True Thought

When that moment of certain fear arrives,

In my head a turbulent storm gyrates.


Little beyond feeling, perhaps notions

that creep inside the mind ever ruthless.


Self doubt with little afterthought beckons

a spirited reaction, though docile


in its manner, subtle in quiet spite.

Conscious and confused, separate outcomes


seem to alter the confident repose

of yesterday’s pleasures; sweet elegance.


Dashed by a look, a comment, a true thought

aimed desire to know to define passion


We all seek solace from our certain fears

that dress themselves neatly in the shadows.


Yet, why now?

Why this time?

How is life


when confusion

lies in wait?


A look,

a comment,

a true thought …


How do anxieties become defined,

while internal pleasures speak only pain?


When did you walk inside this room of mine

that your response might merit my own life?


I will wait while heavy clouds dissipate

the lightning strikes my soft heart may create.