No Quitting
All my youth I’ve been
searching for my dream
in the sea of the blue world
now that I’m old-young,
still, I’m hopping.
Masochist or
a placid idiot, I don’t care
what they say. this
my endeavor will go on
until the sea turns into me and
I, the sea, for all I have
is the tenacity.
This was appeared here in 2018.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Winter Juniper
On a windy January day,
talking to you
and sniffing at the berries,
surprised at your scent
fresh and sweet as summer's day!
©Byung A. Fallgren
winter gray evening
feeling down to the ground
writing to an old friend
sudden sunlight fills in my heart
wakes the dozing Spring maiden
©Byung A. Fallgren
Human Body and Mind, like children in need of discipline
After several months of suffering
from insomnia, finally, it returned to normal;
practicing the right regiment worked,
I thought, but this time it goes oppositely:
sleeping too much; like the more money
we have, the more money we want.
Luckily, we have a choice
to control our minds.
©Byung A. Fallgren
bare tree limbs conduct
the sad song of Northern Wind
first snowflakes dance away
©Byung A. Fallgren
Tanka
for a good night's sleep
take melatonin and tea
but the sleep eludes
remember to add one thing
reading a poetry book also
©Byung A. Fallgren
Morning Where I Live
Oh, so much clamors
of Kaka-doodle-doo,
from across the pasture, urging:
wake up you dream-mongers;
time is flying ten years per your snooze.
Dogs barking at the usual old man
in the red cape,
walking with a yellow Labrador.
Blackbirds chirp wildly,
flying from tree to tree;
loneliness flies out of my window
to greet the world; cheers!
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 