like
a jealous lover
the winter
wouldn’t stop dumping snow
song of wordless May
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Poetry
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.
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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.
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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.
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prairie evening charm
like an obedient dog
waiting for his master
an old mailbox
waits for
its owner
Who hasn’t been inspired, one time or another, by countryside evening?
Even dingy, roadside prairie offers some poetic charm. Driving by the
countryside one evening, I was attracted by this weathered mailbox
whispered to me, “How’s it going, lady?” And I said, “Not too bad,
dude. Tomorrow will be better.” The last word lifted my somber mood,
and I found myself humming the rest way home.
–Byung A. Fallgren
like human, like nature
Like the final work of
a retiring artist
receding ice on the lake
creates a bridge
seem dysfunctional, still
a majestic piece
like human, like nature.
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Days of a Stone
Solid and fixed is my virtue, yet
flexible to shift at times
by friendly nudge or mindless thrust
that brings me no immediate change
some convivial soul draws on
my back a cartography
even the life of a stone has a shinny moment.
© Byung A. Fallgren
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