even the old place
seem so new
when we
are
together
© Byung A. Fallgren
Poetry
Expectation
When the earth bounces
beneath my steps
I know spring’s here,
sense of triumph,
having survived the
bitter days of winter.
With elation, sniff
the breeze, longing
for your scent,
envisioning our reunion.
Azaleas bloom and soon
the petals imitate snowflakes
your image within,
story of yesteryears, yet
when the mountain breeze redolent
my heart becomes the budding leaves.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Sun, trees, and us
and we
thought
we
were alone
telltale of the reflection
© Byung A. Fallgren
An ode to siblings
A cluster of berries
so unique that we can
recognize amongst
busy crowds,
even when we are apart
we are always together
in our heart. When
on’s missing we can tell
in a glance,
when one sheds tears
we suffer, when on’s happy
our hearts sing, for we are
the same branch and
root. We love one another
until we wither and fall.
It’s been two years since one of my sisters’ passing. I
regret I seldom visited her when she was alive, living
so far away. While growing up, she and I were close.
Once she told me about her friend’s story: her father
disappeared when she was two. And she wanted to
find him. After that, I hadn’t heard of her story.
Now, using my imagination, I’ve written a new novel
“Mystery Man’s Daughter.” I’ve been rewriting and
editing it, which ended up creating a totally different
character than I had thought. I hope I’ll get it done soon.
But I don’t want to rush. My goal is to get it done as
perfectly as I can.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Retreating March
Little ripples on the shore, the tease of
moisture drop on the wakening lake
little minnow jig dances,
bidding a farewell to the melting ice
as a fisher man fills his
tackle box with fly and worm
March retreats like a wise soldier.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Weekend snow
Mother Nature
dumped the snow
on our car
telling us
to relax at home
This happened a couple of weeks ago. It’s not timely but
decided to post it anyway because I’m still mad at the weather
that screwed the weekend plan.
© Byung A. Fallgren
On pleasing you
I don’t try to please you, I
please me not selfish way,
some golden honey still left
in the comb. Altruistic love,
akin to sacrifice I distance,
for when I wither in thirst
great gift I may have later
for you will be lost. I endure
your mournful sigh, seeing
me in wintery silence of
spring meditation, until
the day I dazzle you in lovely
dress in sweet breeze of May.
Now and then, I enjoy
making you smile, like
snow-clad lilac shrub.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Shrunken moon?
tonight’s moon
appears shrunken
reminding us
of eroding
Earth
© Byung A. Fallgren
Snowstorm on juniper
Not the fool’s game of
Oppression, innocuous
Horseback ride of March
Hear the rider’s giggles
Hums of the horse
Songs of nature
Philly wishes for the
Golden sunbeam of
April lifts the rascals
She’s endured summer
Gust and the storm
Why more pain?
Winter admonishes
Strive to rise will free
Her from the oppressor
© Byung A. Fallgren
Everywhere silent inspiration
carpet of flower
wads of paper
brooding mistakes
muted as the silver moon
silent inspiration
©Byung A. Fallgren
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