HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU AND ALL!

I have never failed before to have dinner with my children
and grandchildren on Thanksgiving Day, but this time
we stayed home coughing. Thanks to the flue vaccine,
we’ll be soon fine. Stay well, friends. –Byung A.

Haiku/Senryu

dancing yellow leaf
before landing on the grass
joy of golden age

bare branches waves
to the feathered travelers' call
Winter comrades

who recites the poems 
out the window all night long 
dry leaves and homeless 

in the twist of wind 
dance party of the leaves
carpe diem

©Byung A. Fallgren

Something inevitable as Old Pain

It hits me in the neck, in my morning bed,
like malicious elf from nightmare;

no more nod or shake, it orders, or
you will fly right into hell of the 
childbirth throes in your neck--
alas, the pain, souvenir of age--

Cautiously, I look to the side;
as if being alone in a tipsy boat,
drifts far from the shore;
then thrown back, forehead planted on
to the pillow, panting, tears oozing; 
every day, apply the cream, three times,
with a devotion of care for elderly mother,
for over two months.

     still, the pain lingers,
     as the landlord
     demands all the past due.
with the high red ebbs, I wonder,
what is next? Can it be slow and benign? 

©Byung A. Fallgren 

 

In the game of wolf and lamb

The phone message
claims importance of it;
a male agent for the 
traditional publisher would buy
the copyright of my book;
would like to go detail when call.

Which one? the old one?
Ah-- I always thought
they might turn gold.
the brief joy winks to a doubt;
the new one? Oh, my--
I almost slap the message;

how much? suppose, it won't be much;
rather would keep it; a lot can be done.

I deleted the message; what if wrong?
should be so fast. gold coin vanishes 
into the cloud. Shrug, shrug; I did 
what I should do, before falling into a gulf;
the talk would be a lamb vs. a wolf. 

©Byung A. Fallgren