In the Virtue of Making Bed in the Morning Her daughter worries of the safety of her children at school. She has no word to comfort her, except telling her: first, open the window, let the morning air, with the breath of the stars of pure dream, flood in; Shake the pillow and the sheet, let the residue of the bad dream out of the window. With that, the red stains in the shirt, the lifeless faces of the kids, revived; now, all are safe in the class. Now, you can relax and sit in front of the computer; work; do the ritual every morning. ©Byung A. Fallgren
Pursuing the goal in doubt It's like a smile of no face. Smile back, for it is the only armor against the doubt. Go on, with all your might; dance along the dry river unknown, sing as the poet. In the end you are the wise one, or you don't do it. ©Byung A. Fallgren
My two poems View on the side of the Road and The Doe have been accepted for the Summer printed issue of The Avocet, a journal of Nature Poetry--2022. Thank you, Charles and Vivian for taking these pieces.
Flying with the New Songs of the Clouds Being a minimalist, I used to throw a lot of things; caught in the frenzy of moment, some valuables would disappear; then panic, search in every hill and valley, like the mad woman in the dream. The selfie, with the idiotic smile, crumpled and trashed long ago, haunts, jeers: with the original one gone, no way to make another. lost not only the image but the time also, acting on impulse, the echo of the youthhood. Faces suddenly flash, gloat, for had been tossed off, like the wads of useless pieces. a pang in the deep; take a deep breath and smile. They happened for reason, keep them where they were, fly off with the new songs of clouds, and the ghost of failed one will live only in the dream. Change within. ©Byung A. Fallgren
Ocean Water Dasha Kelly Hamilton The ocean pushes back Alive and vigorous The heritage of habitat Leans against expectation Muscles its due respect Without regard Without warning Without reorienting the ones With swimming perspectives Limitations of consistent temperature and painted cement walls The ocean rumbles its sovereignty Full weight of freedom on my skin. Dasha Kelly Hamilton is a writer and performance artist. She is National Rubinger Fellow and currently Poet Laureate for the city of Milwaukee and the State of Wisconsen. In 2021, she received an Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellowship.
Most of Wyoming trees, the lesson (Gogyohka Sequence) in April still asleep shivering in the wind like the children in the war-torn land in May start budding or flowering like just awaken lazy person in a hurry sudden snowstorm blankets the flowering trees shuddering at the unexpected after storm passes dazzling smile Wyoming trees' lesson: face the disaster be patient then rebound ©Byung A. Fallgren
junipers don't need to be pruned by human nature did already children don't need to grow under parental pressure just put them in right track what happens in woman's body her choice ©Byung A. Fallgren