Deep inside ourselves

Deep inside ourselves  
By Charles Portolano – Fountain Hills, AZ – 
cportolano@hotmail.com

Deep in the sea, 
oh, deep in the sea 
where darkness rules 
the warming waters are  
percolating causing great grief, 
changing migration patterns, 
killing our coral reefs. 

High in the Alps, the Andres, 
high in the Himalayas,  
and on both of the Poles  
the warming snow  
flows down their crying faces
of the once frozen ice, now 
escaping into the warming seas. 

Rising sea levels, 
oh, rising sea levels 
now leaves so many homeless 
as she takes back her land, 
where we all came from 
in the beginning of our existence 
with our first breath of oxygen. 

Breathing in deep is a struggle, 
hurts each breath taken 
for the young, the old, the sick, 
all feel the burn in the back 
of their always sore throats, 
the endless coughing, just trying 
to catch their next breath. 

Deep in the back of our minds 
where we keep secrets, 
we know the end will be coming 
for our refusing to choose  
a new way to live sharing  
fairly all the resources Mother 
has to give to all of her children…  

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Some moments in Utah

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Arches National Park in Utah

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The sun, Colorado River, and me.
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Good to be back home to Wyoming. With the Coronavirus
lurking everywhere, needless to say, it was a cautious trip.
I feel fine so far. If this continues for a week, I’d say I am
free of the virus. Thank God. 😊

–Byung A.

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Varicose-vein, Toothache, the Travel

 My young-blood used to drive me to dare to do
Something more than my body can take:
Lift heavy things even he barely does,
Mow the steep hill in the back of my house,
Indulging in the pleasure of ceasing the wild things,
Ignoring the groans of the blood vessels in the legs.
As years go by the body rebels.
The vessels have enlarged, bulged in silent cry,
I ignore the brief, sharp pains in the leg.
The broken valves, blood pools in the low,
The legs swell, pregnant with a trouble.
Doc suggests I have a surgery to remove
The ailing veins, before getting worse,
But he can do it after nearly two months,
Meanwhile, the molar starts aching,
Wave of painful years of past
Drowns my head beneath the sea blue.
Antibiotic taken lessens the pain,
But the core is still there.
The dentist will remove it after two months–
One of the inconveniences this pandemic brings.
He wants me to join him in traveling north.
Reluctantly I agree, glimpsing
The blot of a bird in the pale sky.

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I’m going on a road trip for two weeks.
With my god’s help, everything will be fine. ♫ : )

Stay well, everyone.

Byung A.

 

Rainforest night

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Rainforest Night
by Andrea Ferrari (aferrari@stmariy.edu.ar)

feeble,
the cabin light mocks
overpowering stars in their blue
but cannot hold more than
two or three rows of ghost trees
lichened white
against the pools of black
beyond
like wells of dark water, hanging

songs of creatures swirl the quiet

a moth golden insists on light
like paper
and hovers as my writing
on the shadows of
the night.

Mending a Near-broken Relatioship

Mending a Near-broken Relationship

requires the cool mind of an artist,
keen eyes of a surgeon,
rightness of a judge.
If this sounds overwhelming,
just pretend to be one.

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Who has not had a near-broken relationship in their lifetime, whether it is
a friendship or love-relationship? I have had more than once.
I would fix one that I want to keep. Luckily I have a natural knack for it.
I thank my god for that.

©Byung A. Fallgren

 

Ikebana Art

Ikebana Art

is the art of flower arranging. Through contemplation, creativity and discipline, like Ikebana offers the opportunity for observing deeply connecting with our natural world: cultivating the understanding and appreciation of
the natural growth of the plants and flowers and love of nature in all its phase.
The long history of Ikebana can be traced back to the 6th century when Buddhism was introduced into Japan from China and Korea. Monks arranged flowers for alters to honor Buddha. Many schools evolved over the centuries. Currently it is taught and practiced in the worldwide community. –Norma Bradley, artist. (normabradley@gmail.com.)

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Arranged Flowers 

We bloom once
bloom again
in silent songs
only you can hear.

©Byung A. Fallgren

 

 

 

When the Quarantine Syndrome Sneaks on You

When the Quarantine Syndrome Sneaks on You

Your eyes navigate the gray sea of Internet,
Skimming, yet nothing enters in your head,

As your mind drifts back and forth, past and now,
Trivial matters exaggerate, turbid, fester,

Your wife screams, you go berserk.
You are not alone. Take your family for a walk,

Wave to the passersby, smile or say hello.

© Byung A. Fallgren

Joe Murphy, Linda Holste, (joseph.f.murphy@vanderbilt.edu), Sandhill Crane, Outlook-5mrdstgf

Photo by Joe Murphy, Linda Holste, (joseph.f.murphy@vanderbilt.edu)
Sandhill Crane.

By now, most of people have adapted to the situations the pandemic
has brought, we like to think so. But truth is there are still many people, especially
younger people, are suffering from so called quarantine-syndrome. I’ve seen
some couples go berserk, talking about divorcing, etc.
Older people seemed to adjust to the time better, despite the vulnerability to
the virus–the benefit of aging. Yet, truth is I begin to feel I’ve had enough of this.
Ugh. Can’t wait…till next year…for the vaccine… But we have to do our best to
stay lucid, defeat the pandemic, and keep our home healthy.