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,

ticks,

that part of why, the wicked

and the resolute

together

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

necessary

to pull off

it.

We do decide how

revealing,

emasculating

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

Varnish and Rest and Walks

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Imagine what is, is not

with little regard for when, where why

we find solitude in the wood

a restful glance patience is

a reward to feel the drop of fatigue

to know the space of

peace

an allowance is

made

hand made, man made,

shoe laces

we could study while this world unraveled

far beyond where the setting is

stillness.

when are we standing in place

while sitting out the last race.

We might know this look,

yet how often is a motion

mistaken for settling

the ground solid

catches my tired eyes while watching

I remain passive

in a gentle

land of tarnish

buried in this, my varnish of security.

Natural Wood Fire

fire

Imagine only nature

trees, dense forest, crisp sunlight

sounds are melodic;

birds singing, animals stealth

beyond our eyes.

We hear a movement,

then its gone

we are left wondering

just what might visit,

so close to our own lives

yet safely tucked away,

in the dense brush, the ground cover

the natural wood.

 ~

We are animals

yet we thrive in concrete dungeons

words are ascerbic.

People yelling, taking leave

outside our comfort zone.

An interaction today,

with little after play,

curious what just happened.

How might their return

impact our bubble,

that space we call our own,

amidst the paperwork that drive our soul;

the workplace.

 ~

Often our hearts

are drawn to the beauty of nature

time seems endless.

A brilliant fire licks the night

in a space we call love.

We hike the trails

with great appeal

in wonderment of natural lands.

Later when the relaxing

continues in twilight

we are grateful of all around,

such serenity amidst us helps forget;

the human condition.