Mountain Brook Cattail
Memory of swamp days
Make me wonder,
If mountain stream is better
than the swamp for me.
The clean brook flows by,
tossing at me a funny look.
I miss the marsh-smell of the old swamp.
© Byung A. Fallgren
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Freezing October
Freezing October
White coveralls
Thrown on
Blue spruce and
Golden cottonwood
Concerned Mother Nature
© Byung A. Fallgren
Avocet Review and my work
My poem “Pinecones Dream” has been chosen to be published in Fall Weekly Avocet next fall. Thank you Editor Charles for choosing my poem.
Avocet Review is a nature magazine.
Also, I thank you those who recently (and in the past) bought my book “Mystery Man’s Daughter.” To buy the book, please visit:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07TP63P2V.
–Byung
Difference
Difference
In the distance we appear
Blue, red, purple in group.
In closer view,
We are snowflakes
With different songs.
Our difference blends in similarity.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Beach Tree
Beach Tree
I was an oldish on a yellow beach,
Watching the distant tree dotting
Along the horizon, dreaming to reach.
One day, bull-wind knocked me flat,
Forcing me to kiss forever the sandy shore.
Luckily my heart is in my root,
Keeps me alive and toot.
In whatever the position I am, I can still thrive.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Festive Weekend
Clouds echoes
The boats on the lake
Sprinkling their particles below
And watch them glitter
In the little flames of
Weekdays’ fatigue
Music of festive weekend
©Byung A. Fallgren
Fate of Stone Man
‘Layer upon layer of
Years of knowledge
Wouldn’t be enough
To see the unknown
On the horizon,
Without
experience
Wisdom
Being a student
Of great mind,’
Says the sun,
Scorning the stone man
Who thinks he’s perfect,
Not knowing his fate of
Being toppled down by wind.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Unforgettable Trivial Things
He fished and
I ambled to
The Raptor’s Bluff.
On the path
Lay a baby snake
Broken back bleeding,
Squirmed in an effort
To get away,
But its lower body
Wouldn’t budge.
I moved away, wordless.
Image of the beady eyes in fear
Stirs in my mind
Every time I strolled up the path.
One of those what seems
To be trivial
Yet sinks deep in memory.
© 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 want is
A matter of past
Passing wind tolerable
Evening pensive
Morning sun seems
More profound
©Byung A. Fallgren
Wave print
Like brush stroke of
Fine artist
Wave left on the shore
Her print,
Ignoring its state
Ephemeral,
Or no one ever see
Her work.
Is it not
True artist spirit?
©Byung A. Fallgren
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