When the night thoughts flee

Too quick to take a note, but
one thing, a fine line on the word
rolling in the misty field;
what is it?
would I allow the bullying?
or, is it the insinuating heat wave
of the rock behind the boulder?
Simmer, resign;
I would not dwell on it;
go on; each moment is a gold,
now; the fragile hour. 

©Byung A. Fallgren

My Haiku is published in this week's journal. Thank you, Chales, Vivian, and Valerie, 
for taking the piece. --Byung

Untimely

my heart
drops in question
as nature
drive her away
smiling as she goes

--Byung A. Fallgren

Adjusting

when cold wind 
on your back
simply 
turn the back
against the wind

©Byung A. Fallgren

Four Haiku of my work are published in this week's journal. 
Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valerie for taking the pieces. 

--Byung 

Buds

some buds 
are ready
some not
worries of 
capricious wind

Crocuses 

sprouts
eaten by a deer
wait for 
next 
spring

©Byung A. Fallgren

Distraction

I don't post often on Facebook,
but sometimes, I do several 
in a flash. A girl would point out:
"Distracted again. Stop and focus
on your great dream."

Is she my fan? or, just pissed off
by the didactic line?
I would not ask, for silence is better
than unnecessary scene;
avoid confrontation--
here I go again, being moral;
rather not post this.

Once in a while, I would like to be
free from pen; dance on a blank page 
of poems and stories;
do banter and laugh,
which wakes the creative elf.

yet, the glimpse of light at the edge 
of the word; thanks for the tip. 

©Byung A. Fallgren 

Sport
Langston Hughes 1901--1967

Life for him
Must be
The shivering of
A great drum
Beaten with swift sticks
Then at the closing hour
The lights go out
And there is no music at all
And death becomes 
An empty cabaret
And eternity an unblown saxophone 
And yesterday 
A glass of gin
Drunk long 
Ago

Langston Hughes was born in Missouri, died in New York.
He's a major figure of the Harlem Renaissance, author of 
many books of poetry and plays.