memory of
golden honey
of yesterday
is nothing but a
vain dream of today
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Author: Byungafallgren
vines
we intertwine,
reciprocate
as the way of our life.
Exploited by
some villains,
framed by
estranged ones
seem unavoidable,
even the stars grimace
at the sordidness of it.
At the end of stormy days,
we blush in shame,
let the jolting moments go,
yield to the wholesome
rules of the nature.
©by Byung A. Fallgren
Morning fog
with his cool breath
on her face
her wings of passion
unfolds to be gathered
into his infinite embrace
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another wholesome passerby
On the dirt road behind
hidden footprints
of sweaty, bleeding
ghost of yesteryears.
Scars on the knees,
numbed heart,
forgotten at best,
condemned at worst,
should be cherished,
for the twist and turns
of the past road may
lead to a sweet surprise.
Even if there’s no reward,
I still love the road I took,
because it is what made me
a bit wiser and mature,
what I am today–
another wholesome passerby.
©By Byung A. Fallgren
Mistaken (gogyohka)
on the wire fence
an innocent vine
crawls by the poison ivy
shouldn’t be mistaken as
the harasser of the ivy’s
It’s both sad and infuriating to watch Ford testifying in the Senate
Judiciary Committee hearing. I believe Kavanaugh is a victim of
Democrat’s political game.
©By Byung A. Fallgren
Energy
When we are
together I feel as if
my life renews
in each of you,
all of you in me,
as the invisible
mist of energy
from our body
float round between
the leaves,
touching our skins.
When I’m alone
I’m a mossy boulder,
stagnant pool,
lone berry on a branch
on an autumn day.
*
Experts say that being around good friends is good for mental health,
even getting involved in social media every day is effective.
Bless the social media!
©By Byung A. Fallgren
flower is flower
This field, with a magnetic force,
draws me to the scene over and over.
Many words bounce, but
not a sentens forms to satisfy.
Solemness, uncanny beauty.
Stars will appear soon.
Its back peeled by the stress,
the cactus flowered–
its priority, no matter
the shabbiness, still flower,
prime purpose of being fulfilled,
withstanding the wind.
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free haiku
some memories
glow in the doldrums
unusable jewels
©By Byung A. Fallgren
At the edge of the days
We know the tricks of wind, yet
remain defenseless against
it’s wielding wand of madness,
meager effort to patch the wounds
each time, with awe and sorrow,
as if it were our fate. No way to curve
it before the damage. Only E.T. can do?
Hopeful it’s not a trite fantasy,
someday we’ll get there.
With unfinished project in the dust,
we welcome new waves,
dabble with odd possibility.
Some scars imbue the light into
our confused souls,
at the edge of the days
we glow with green,
enjoy more of our differences.
©By Byung A. Fallgren
limitation
How far must
we go to achieve
the goal? He says you
must do it as if your life
depend on it. That means
sleep only three hours if it’s
necessary. Shaking her head,
she sleeps six hours, working
as best as she can. Years later,
he is in the heaven, watching
his survivors enjoying the
big fortune he left behind,
while she’s with her
children,
relishing
her small fortune.
By Byung A. Fallgren
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