My poem Prayer of Winter Tree is published in The Avocet Winter 2021.
Thank you Mr. Charles for taking the poem.
To order a copy ($7.50) or submit your poems, contact:
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Weekly Avocet #423 is here. Please feel free to download by clicking
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The Weekly Avocet – #423[311]
This January
Placid as the slow moving cow
with a large belly, in which a little calf
dreams of spring. Tantalizing with
the COVID vaccine yet to be avail
for the whole world.
Still, she is diligent,
shamble yet steady as
a dame with such a noble plan as
the inauguration of the new president.
We see her vigor in the drops
of melting boughs,
in the beam of the mountain
in the white pullover.
She may falter yet keeps on going.
We hope for her bloom yet to come.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Singing Juniper
a robust juniper
in my yard
sings lullaby
with the hidden sparrows
gathered for the night
I’ve written this poem for my four-year old
granddaughter. This is one of the poems
I have sent to her email box which she’ll
open when she can read–around seven.
One of the joys of getting old. 😉
–Byung A.
At the Twilight of New Year’s Eve
I keep looking back,
as if I have parted with an unfaithful friend,
forgetting something to say,
as if I have left home,
leaving my elderly mother alone.
I keep peeping into the window to my room,
tidy as the doll house in the toy store,
catching the shadow of a sullen ghost,
gibbers: sometimes, frozen lake turns
into a witch’s caldron,
when you quickly absorb shadows,
like the forest pond,
like the dragonfly’s eyes,
ripples even by the drop of a little petal,
brood in the ice.
I nod, scoff, nod and scoff and nod.
Wish to keep the twilight in my room,
until I catch the resolution evasive,
sat it on my desk with super glue
for the new days.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Trying to sleep, I cannot
take my mind away.
The bright day
shines in my head
like a coin
on the bed of a stream.
–by Wendell Berry
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Happy New Year!
Strength in the Wind
Pieces of ourselves left behind
evoke a hidden beauty,
sadness of loss, yet
to see the stars
in the dark waves.
Past,
present,
faulty gems.
Tears disguised in the rain,
we fly against the wind,
and our wings
grow stronger.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Winter book in the Sky
By Andrea Ferrari– Buenos Aires–aferrari@stmary.edu
unworded but voiced
in clouced-lines
on horizontal pale paper sky
white translucent
seagulls
write in black
drifting eastward,
the page is in a language
unknown
rounded circling
grasped bird-work
cry out in tales
in echoes
of forever returning home
Winter Solstice, guilt
Being born on this cold night
alone sob of guilt, worse
is the war-torn days.
Roars of metallic dragons
dance in the sea of fire,
trampling on the ashes,
above the shabby shelter,
hungry new born whimpers
as the buzz of bumble bee,
or howl like an abandoned coyote pup?
How did she do it? How did they manage
to hide from the reds?
Miracle, to have survived, with five kids,
yet to have infection in his mind,
occasional alcohol wouldn’t wash the wound.
Every solstice night, I fall deep, lost word,
amide the thoughts of the days of horror,
ache to comfort you.
Only if you were here.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Food court in the mall
empty, this year with COVID-19
New year will bring joy
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The Weekly Avocet #419 is here. Free to download,
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The Weekly Avocet – #419
Of All the Voices…
Voice springs in the brook,
cool and soothing,
Voice grows in the flower garden,
rides on the butterfly wings and breeze,
sweeter than his mint breath.
Voice jumps out of the computer,
startling a skunk out of you,
alarm beeps loud as a dog:
your computer is locked to block
malicious activity. Do not shut the computer,
it’ll lose…just call us.
You pull the plug, calm as old you,
recognize it as the same hacker’s voice
on the phone.
She choose it to be her voice.
Only if she knew how it sounds.
©Byung A. Fallgren
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