like
a jealous lover
the winter
wouldn’t stop dumping snow
song of wordless May
© Byung A. Fallgren
Perspective
I used to do
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
Embracing hour
pondering shadows
of the day
lamplight
imbue a wisdom
into the evening
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Patience
We
try and reach
for the silver sky
sprinkles ice crystals
song of wordless spring
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Cycle
once dying hill
in the flame
blue lake
shudders at the memory
laughing budding leaves
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Irreconcilable?
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.
© Byung A. Fallgren
To be carefree for the day
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
