What Crosses My Mind

  • I knew a woman one time

    I knew a woman one time, long before marriage swept me away, I could dance alone in my room in my own way. She was my truth, she listened and then might smile, I could tell her anything, in our long walks, finding trails along the river. I knew a woman one time, she called…

  • Woman Is Wisdom

    For is it woman who might fly if not his grasp slipping beyond her own swift reckoning is it man rude in permanence would slender such is elegance what we might wish could he release © Thom Amundsen 7/2021 © Allen Parseghian Photography

  • Thinking the Essence of Man

    Who are we he said over a beer with a friend, troubled by the circumstance of a gender bending authority in his mind, yet in another’s an opportunity perhaps to find Grace between man and woman, to know some spiritual guidance will take our lives much further then simple rejection.   Oh, but simple is…

  • Peaceful Resistance

    What led the world to respond, with not only a few, enough to stop the presses or perhaps filter the pond, that place with which he will empty he stresses.   There this movement spoke with urgency offered the eyes of millions to understand we are framed within our own clemency, to know the bounds…

  • Poison’s Touch

    Breathe a sweet ardor travels inside mind’s eye, wishful, wistful, desire fleeting, a want speaks of love, what we know sometimes not the same, what we will could then become what we are when the shadows disappear, the shades are drawn, an empty glass display case shatters in the quiet night of our reckoning. ~…

  • Circles

    When last we spoke, I mentioned how long it had been, since we could recall ourselves, we had distance in our eyes, the lines of time, the paths of freedom, we traversed hours in search of how we knew our lives were meant to be. When your eyes said hello, after the minute or two…

  • Wise Repartee

    We like to be right, you and me, yes you, not me, only us, we all seem to never want to agree, instead, we’d like to be right all the time. or do we just want to be ok. A couple of years ago, I fought the urge to be wrong, didn’t wish to ever…

  • Time Beyond Decay

    that irresolute nature of mistake, the grief, sometime pity, the realization of a period or our lives, when misnomers, misreads, easily solved riddles become the purveyor of our future decisions. How often have I felt the pain of my reality, yet while refusal, that piece of ignorance, speaks in a tone all too familiar, when…

  • Morning Solace

    When wake of day the sunlit rays cause a stir we might know the beauty of another may. When soul do cross path, we might register a new sort of peace, a kindly takeaway ~ We do welcome the light of day with hope a happiness may speak volumes so near to the heart of…

  • Defining Depression

    She walked in the room after a trying day, he wanted to listen to what she might say. ~ She couldn’t speak beyond looking his way, he thought, alright, it will be this sort of day ~ She wants to feel as if everything will be okay, he knows deep inside her heart breathes dismay ~…