Song of wordless Thursday
–Byung A. Fallgren
Author: Byungafallgren
Green Grass on White Road
Green Grass on the White Road
Green watercolor paint splashed
On the snowy road ahead.
I stepped on the brake to get a closer look,
Amazed to see the large patch of
Green grass. Emerald vivid.
Yet they were lifeless,
Finely shredded.
Another surprise–
Dismembered little hooves!
Anything else gone, including the container
Which had been enjoyed
The precious meal.
Shredded grass and the little hooves
Danced in my nightmare.
I would turn that sentiment into
A warning flag and plant it
In the careless driver’s conscience.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Reluctance
Reluctance
Golden leaves on the tree
Unwilling to join
The ones fallen
Nodding
Distant hill
©Byung A. Fallgren
October Snow on the Juniper
October Snow on the Juniper
For whom October
Dumps lots of snow?
Not for you nor me,
But for the wounded rabbit
Under the juniper that
Needs to be hidden.
©Byung A. Fallgren
I’ve written this poem for children–my first
attempt. Hopefully it can find a publisher like
Cricket. If not, it is okay, I had fun writing it.
Writers must enjoy what they are writing.
In case no one buys it, nothing is lost. 😊
Mountain Brook Cattail
Mountain Brook Cattail
Memory of swamp days
Make me wonder,
If mountain stream is better
than the swamp for me.
The clean brook flows by,
tossing at me a funny look.
I miss the marsh-smell of the old swamp.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Freezing October
Freezing October
White coveralls
Thrown on
Blue spruce and
Golden cottonwood
Concerned Mother Nature
© Byung A. Fallgren
Avocet Review and my work
My poem “Pinecones Dream” has been chosen to be published in Fall Weekly Avocet next fall. Thank you Editor Charles for choosing my poem.
Avocet Review is a nature magazine.
Also, I thank you those who recently (and in the past) bought my book “Mystery Man’s Daughter.” To buy the book, please visit:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07TP63P2V.
–Byung
Difference
Difference
In the distance we appear
Blue, red, purple in group.
In closer view,
We are snowflakes
With different songs.
Our difference blends in similarity.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Beach Tree
Beach Tree
I was an oldish on a yellow beach,
Watching the distant tree dotting
Along the horizon, dreaming to reach.
One day, bull-wind knocked me flat,
Forcing me to kiss forever the sandy shore.
Luckily my heart is in my root,
Keeps me alive and toot.
In whatever the position I am, I can still thrive.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Wyoming Wind
In the morning sunbeam a gentle rider,
In the afternoon a dopy teen driver
Speeding hundred mils an hour,
Crosses over the lane,
Nearly missing collision and
Hurling a camper and a semis
Into the air.
Terrified drivers slam on the brake
To avoid the wrecked camper flying
Across the road, in the midair exploding.
Luckily no one got hurt that day.
You are a whimsical and violent
Boy overgrown,
Whom we can learn to live with. Yet,
You are gentler than Florida hurricane
Or costal states’ tsunami.
You are a King of wind farm.
©Byung A. Fallgren
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