a firm belief
stemmed project
braving storms
blizzard days to see
this day of Brief splendor
© Byung A. Fallgren
Author: Byungafallgren
On being kind
Kindness, akin to love,
we adore it, yet we gossip:
he bathes in the swamp
of cynicism, eager to follow
the stream of somber euphemism.
He’d scorn, ranting in return,
but inside him is a wounded rabbit
limping across the pasture,
searching for love, would walk on
a gossamer to get an assurance
that he’ll shine. While we
would help a lost child,
strangers in need, and so forth
we tend to look away from the
emotionally missing souls,
hoping they’ll wake up,
embrace gentle flow.
© Byung A. Fallgren
On a morning in May
like
a jealous lover
the winter
wouldn’t stop dumping snow
song of wordless May
© Byung A. Fallgren
I used to do
When thoughts are
dried river,
emotion,
budding thorn,
fall back and soak
the tired wings
in the cool lake,
peep the world through
the latticework
of sanity, and
even the irritating
sarcasm’s
laughable,
find a quality
even in the gnarled
deadwood.
Still I try.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Embracing hour
pondering shadows
of the day
lamplight
imbue a wisdom
into the evening
© Byung A. Fallgren
Patience
We
try and reach
for the silver sky
sprinkles ice crystals
song of wordless spring
© Byung A. Fallgren.com
Cycle
once dying hill
in the flame
blue lake
shudders at the memory
laughing budding leaves
© Byung A. Fallgren.com
