All posts by Thom Amundsen

I Have These Friends

When they walk out the door, they have natural instincts, look over their shoulder, keep a skeptic eye, they constantly watch their step while they attend, make time to be in, express a similar value, as do I, when I go about living my regular, normal, daily life. – I have these friends, keep their…

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While Sitting Alone

The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses  offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why. – Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

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This Quiet Passion

It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

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