Spontaneity In Crisis

Well it’s the tears really,

come out of nowhere,

set me in stone clearly

don’t want to live there.


Watching a television show

a melodramatic morning

in any mundane episode I go

tearing up and mourning.


Tearing up and mourning,

haven’t any idea what it might

mean, why it is this warning,

get my act together before night


fall, this constant departure

this need to somehow navigate.

My emotions are raw for sure

I wish I might sometimes relate.


Motives and opportunities

pass me by not out of reach

my own sadly, feigned scrutinies

are nothing the world will teach.


Have to find a way out of this dream.

Have to find a way out of this dream.

Spontaneity holds so much promise,

Have to find a way out of this dream.

© Thom Amundsen 9/2021

The Issue of Titles

A bothersome necessity

of authenticity

is having a title, or perhaps,

for some just finding a title,

a nomenclature of credibility

ascertained only by evidence,

for some it is simply the words

on a page or maybe a writ

some might spend hours practicing,

composing and rearranging their title,

somehow that only signifies their identity.

Even still, for what purpose

would anyone wish to retain

timeless value

simply based upon

a few well placed words,

or a plaque of proof,

yet still again we find we flounder

with the originality.

of defining our own title.