My poem Lone Redberry is published in The Weekly Avocet #442.
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The Weekly Avocet – #442[1123]

After the Winter
Claude Mckay–1889–1948

Someday, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning white
The shivering birds beneath eves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide mouthed orchids smile.

And we’ll seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
And works the droning bee.
And we’ll build the cottage there
Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
And ferns that never fade.

Claude Mckay, who was born in Jamaica in 1889,
wrote about social and political concerns from
his perspective as a black man in the United States,
as well as a variety of subjects ranging from
his Jamaican homeland to romantic love.

My poem Morning Fog is published in Weekly Avocet, #441.
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Dandelion & Iris

like good friends
forget
each others fault
just enjoy
being a good company

©Byung A. Fallgren

Spring

arrives with a cartful of optimism,
to begin her work on the canvas;
fields of brown and blue.

New born calf moos; his first vocal practice;
old cowboy sings to his apprentice young,
to praise him for the calf he helped born;
mountain brook cheers the lad, proud,
what a good job he has done;
hawks dance round the sky.
Wrens return to the old nest;
move to the tree home, high and safe.

She takes a step back, to assess her work,
smiles; plans for the coming summer,
thinks that can wait;
for now, she’d enjoy what she has done;
dazzling hues; pink and green.

©Byung A. Fallgren

From Japanese Hokku
by Lewis Grandison Alexander

VIII

O moon of to-night
Let me rest my head on you
And hear my life sing.

X

Look at the white moon
The sphinx does not question more.
Turn away your eyes.

XI

The thought is no thought
Poem buried in my heart
Song that is no song…

XVII

You are life’s fountain
Spring from eternity
Flow not recklessly.

XIX

No works speak louder
Than the tragic look of eyes
Close yours out of love.

Above poems are chosen from the original works of “From Japanese Hokku”
by Lewis G. Alexander. He was born in 1900 in Washington D.C., an editor,
actor, and play write. His poems appeared in the magazines, The Crisis,
Opportunity, and Fire!! and the anthelogis The Negro (Albert and Charles
Bon, 1925), Caroling Dusk (Harper and Brothers, 1927), and Ebony and
Topaz, 1927. He died in 1945.

Roundness

is not selfish
not self-centered,

not intrusive,
nor manipulative,

is an endeavor to connect
the broken words,

to get the two ends bloom.

©Byung A. Fallgren

 

Woodpecker

The lonely and mad wife
wants to drill
in his head,
to see what dwells
in it;
dru-r-r-r.
She cackles,
peeping in the hole
in the roof
of the playhouse–
a dead wood pecker;
she sees another
in her heart.

©Byung A. Fallgren

At the Point of Conclusion

we dream
sweat
bloom
leave fruits behind
or nothing at all
then exhale a big sigh
amazed by our bareness
within
appearance
abundance or what is
a matter of past
passing wind tolerable
evening pensive
morning sun seem
more profound

©Byung A. Fallgren