Uncertain night

Tentacles of hacker hovers
Over the brainchild,
Swaddles it in the frost,

Old neighbor is moving
In the rain, leaving the
Nostalgic soul behind,

Moon hides behind the veil of
Fog sips through the
Dragon lady’s folded wing,
Drowns her in the night,

Sliver of light shines the gloom,
Like lover’s magic touch
on the ancient wound,
Lifts the blue, laconic,
I review the night
In a different light.

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© Byung A. Fallgren

When in doubt of self-worth

She’s an angel, says he.
Her poetry tells so.
Some banter, she scoffs.
She is decent,
Person of integrity,
She sifts her thoughts before penning,
Like her deed, says he.

Geranium hasn’t fully bloomed, she sighs.
Mother of successful children, says he.

She notes: geranium has lived as
Wholesome being.
Wishing to be beyond it is
No more than
Ornamental,
Redundancy,
Personal desire.

 

© Byung A. Fallgren

Gnome moment

Brooding
Afternoon stroll
Surprised
By this gnome
Sudden lift

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Of all the ornaments, he or she chose this gnome and other fun
characters for the trees in the park. Sometimes such trivial things
as ornaments lift our spirit. And they let us lost in the carefree
giggly moment. 😊

–Byung A. Fallgren

Spring-night Rain Melancholia

Rain echoes
Hoarsened call
Of owl,
Stirring melancholy,
If she has finished moving
If she needs help.
I wish I could be there,
She should’ve lived
Closer,
Wish time could be
Stretchable for her.
Working mom’s struggle,
Like birthing throes.
Rain begins to
Pour down,
Churning distress at the shore
Of night.
With no text from her.
Gold lamplight in the rain twinkles,
Assuring,
‘She’s too busy to call, but
The working mom is doing
Wonderful!’

© Byung A. Fallgren