Being a single, you are vulnerable
to emotional wound, tend to be
charmed by good-looking people
without knowing their inner side
His or her poetry seem to mean
something about their lives even though
it’s a mere description of an image

When a person of interest is mysterious
and you cannot figure it out with
your common sense and intelligence,
avoid him or her then find another
who is clear as crystal
Save your soul from farther chasing
a phantom in your wild imagination

You are lovable, my friends
You deserve someone beautiful
and have a wonderful life

*
I don’t know what prompted me to write this.
I guess I’m having a senior moment.  : )

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Her voice is
in the singing birds
Her smile is
in the morning sun
Her kiss is
in the breeze
Her warm embrace is
in the soft petals
Oh Mother, I see you
everywhere!

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Spring is vibrant,
raw and impatient
Autumn is full and
reticent with resignation
Summer is fervent,
thoughtful, semi-mature
I wish summer is forever,
tugging at the fleeting season
like an estranged lover
Unfinished work need
to be done before
the end of the summer
but I’ll let it go,
cherish the days we
laughed and
cried together

REFLECTING ON SPRING AND SUMMER OF 2017 // FROM THE NATURE TO HUMAN

• Pruned the new growths from the dead apple tree’s root in my yard.  I started
  it from a sapling over two decades ago, so it’s like my child.
• Pruned and fertilized the lilac shrubs that returned with full bloom from the
  nearly dead condition years before, after getting hit by the disease.  This shrub
  is also like my child.
• Helped the robin couple build their nest behind the fake owl by moving the owl
  a bit farther from the wall, which brought the disaster to the robins.  They lost their
  hatchlings to a real owl in early spring.  The birds then built a new nest in the
  cottonwood tree–smart–successfully produced the second round new hatchlings.
  It all happened in my yard.  So, the birds are also like my um…special guests.  They
  are gone now and only the empty nest behind the fake owl tells their sad, early
  spring.
• Bade farewell to the girlfriend who passed on suddenly; shocked, regretted that
  we hadn’t been together often.  Realization:  Nothing lasts forever.
• Grieving again for my editor’s passing, jolting my book business.  Lost another good  friend.
• Attended my daughter’s wedding ceremony, culminating the summer with cheers!There is other stuff I haven’t mentioned but theses are the ones that will stay in my
  memory for a long time.  I hope coming autumn and winter will be better.  Having
  some hope is good; it drives us move forward.In advance, I bid farewell to the summer by saying it in Korean:  Annyong (goodbye), summer, until next year!  By then I’ll be one year older and gain some
  more wrinkles as well.
  Oh, I want to take one last look at the empty nest.  Considering the tragedy of the baby robins, I might tear it down.  Lesson learned:  As far as building bird nest goes, birds are way better than human.

  

  (by Byung A. Fallgren)

Each perl, a sum of
her patience, hard work,
refined by the stormy waves
and moonless nights

embraces the serene face reflects
on particular memory glistening like
a shard on sands

Butterfly casts a shadow upon the mask
that has become her alter ego, to disturb

the sediment that’s now merely
a sand grain of yesterdays

*

I’ve been posting shenanigans over two years now,
getting to know good people who would read my posts
regardless good or bad.  It’s time that I rev up my site;
post better, interesting ones, etc.  But I’m not quite ready
to change anything anytime soon; I’m always busy–who isn’t?
But I promise I’ll do it someday.  Meanwhile, I hope my friends
would stick with me, or it’ll be just a journal–without them I would’ve
disappeared long ago.  For that, I love you, my friends.

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Sunday mornings are slow for me
unless something disturbs me in bed
like the neighbor yelling at her dog
“Stay in your own yard!”
Half awakened, I wonder where my own yard is
It’s where I live, of course
Once I left my yard across the ocean
for my dream, so did many others
And look what we have here now!
So you are not yelling at me, are you, lady?
Wise God didn’t tell Adam and Eve
to stay in their own garden
he only told them not to eat the apple
because he knew that eventually their children will
leave the garden with good reason for another planet
No need to complain that they ruined food by spicing it
You can always make a choice for what you want
Lift your heart and walk the dog
Enjoy the colors of this beautiful sunny day

*
This was written long ago also.  The lady was my old neighbor who used to yell at
her dog to stay in her yard.  At first, I thought she was nice, keeping her dog from
doing his stuff in other people’s yard.  As I got to know her I realized her shouting
had another purpose–expressing her opinion on my being her neighbor and beyond.
Later, we bought a little house in a quiet neighborhood where I could stay in bed late
on Sunday mornings.

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Life is a constant battle of
dealing with pitfalls
We grow mature as we
learn to turn trouble
into an inspiration
that propels our lives

*
I wrote this long ago to guide myself because learning to turn trouble into an
inspiration without anger or frustration is not easy.  Even now that I’m older it’s
still true to me.

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Not every experience
makes us grow
Some mistakes become
a lesson learned
while some are nothing
but time wasted or worse
Well-planned experience
makes it worthwhile

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  byungafallgren.com)