Like the dry leaves
in the back yard
the spirit has blown away
in the wind
Long to be moored

*
The news from the city:
he’ll lose his one eye
then might lose the other.
It can’t happen to him, for
he is a handsome dude.
He was who took me Mom’s
grave site last time;
he showed me around
the changed city.  Next time,
he won’t be able to do that, blinded!
Lost a sister not long ago,
I don’t want to lose my brother now.
Getting aged is sad, losing parts
of body is beyond the emotion.
So, one by one, we disappear
like late morning dewdrops!
The Nature’s order always emits blue,
I fight not to allow it glued to my mind.
Love, laugh more, while flow with time
till the bright light looms over the horizon.
After all, we are Mother Nature’s
obedient children, until the day
we’ll be able to curve her rule just a bit.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

Tonight
you are bitter
at the reality
Tomorrow
will bring difference

(Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

It’s wee hours when
the insomniac’s heart
resembles the moon
reflecting, focusing on
what needs to be done

*
Crickets chorus
with his snores
under the shiny moon
so cruel and bright
while flood swallow
other parts of the land
We wonder if it’s
his blunder or devil’s game
Doesn’t matter
We do our best
with the he-given strength
to overcome the days
and go forward

*
Bless the insomnia
for the subtler emotion
Time to reconsider
the old animosity
The rude outlander
peeping in the door
to provoke the maiden
Trickster?
He might’ve been
a clumsy angel
didn’t know how to deal
with sensitive humans
Delicate heart of the night
So the enemy is forgiven!

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

When you are vexed
by two different desires
at the same time
favor one that makes
more sense

(Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

knowing you
developed insomnia
with a quality
Long for
more flying

(Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

She’s white
You are pink
I’m red
We are unique, yet
We are three in one

*
We lay all
The possibilities
On our project
Striving
Hoping
As much fruition
As possible
In the end
We are awarded
With precious blossoms
Float carefree
Searching, building to
Expand
Multiply
For eons

(Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

(Poems from my teen years)

*
Shoes in
various sizes
colors, shapes
Of all the shoes
only one pair was
what she
wanted
for her 19th birthday
When she found one
her eyes wandered off
for one better fit
like she did when
choosing
her potential fiancé
Days flew by, undecided
She went back to the store
to notice the shoes were taken
As she missed the shoes
she envisioned the man,
misty-eyed
Once he was
nearly
hers

*

This indecisiveness of me ultimately ended with my marriage.  Have I ever regretted or compared my husband with the man who once nearly mine?  Not
even once, to this day.  Mainly because I thought it was disgraceful thing to do.
Or, I loved the man who fathered my children.

During the decades of our marriage we’ve had some ups and downs.  But we
managed to stay in marriage.  At times, it wasn’t easy.  Times like that, we reminded ourselves that the divorce would bring unpleasant side effects.

As we get older we become more like good friends.  Or, like the cliche, we become like a pair of old shoes, feeling more comfortable than new ones.  I still
have a tendency of vacillating on some matters.  To me, it’s a form of thoughtfulness, which plays an important roll in keeping the marriage in track.
For that, I suppose, I should be thankful for the particular flaw of mine.  What
an irony!

(Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

With time
her fantasy and
dreams waned
pain gained
Of all the pains
she fiercely guards herself
from ones that disguise in
sweet kisses then
devour her soul

(Byung A. Fallgren)