a firm belief
stemmed project
braving storms
blizzard days to see
this day of Brief splendor

© Byung A. Fallgren

Kindness, akin to love,
we adore it, yet we gossip:

he bathes in the swamp
of cynicism, eager to follow
the stream of somber euphemism.
He’d scorn, ranting in return,

but inside him is a wounded rabbit
limping across the pasture,
searching for love, would walk on
a gossamer to get an assurance
that he’ll shine. While we
would help a lost child,

strangers in need, and so forth
we tend to look away from the
emotionally missing souls,
hoping they’ll wake up,
embrace gentle flow.

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like
a jealous lover
the winter
wouldn’t stop dumping snow
song of wordless May

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When thoughts are
dried river,
emotion,
budding thorn,

fall back and soak
the tired wings
in the cool lake,

peep the world through
the latticework
of sanity, and
even the irritating
sarcasm’s
laughable,

find a quality
even in  the gnarled
deadwood.
Still I try.

© Byung A. Fallgren

pondering shadows
of the day
lamplight
imbue a wisdom
into the evening

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We
try and reach
for the silver sky
sprinkles ice crystals
song of wordless spring

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once dying hill
in the flame
blue lake
shudders at the memory
laughing budding leaves

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Thorny words of yesterday
somber air today

brooding rain clouds
deep water between us

like crescent moon, once in a while,
we steal a glance of our corners

despite all, sometimes, we keep our doors ajar.

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Now and then, we resort to our favorite
observation point

to clarify the thoughts that tend to
scatter away like petals in the wind

Today, we even forgot why we were here,
enchanted by the song of the pastel clouds

might as well be a carefree soul for the day.

© Byung A. Fallgren