The Flowery Pajamas
The Flowery Pajamas
I got it on sale, flash at a glance
but lovely on second look
with the busy pattern of Burgandy flowers
and green leaves. Even a faint scent, an imagination?
You say it's gaudy, I say fantastic; a world of flowery language
that sooths mind, pull you in the soft world
of sleep. Sleepy sleep.
The mirrored image not bad; the bookish
old lady turned to...well, a silly party girl
in the story book.
Fall asleep to meet a sleep angel.
Alas! The usual nightmare demon?
O such a grin, I have never seen;
"Why not little fun?" whispers.
Which is better, jagged shard,
or squirmy worm?
Neither does good for the sleep world.
Awake in the wee hour, change the
pajamas, throw into the box, almost.
Wear them more often,
and snore more.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Carefree Moment
Carefree Moment
Now and then, we resort our favorite
observation point
to clarify the thoughts that tend to
scatter away like petals in the wind
today, we even forgot why we were here
enchanted by the song of the pastel clouds
might as well be a carefree soul for the day
©Byung A. Fallgren
The Weekly Avocet, and Ten Poetic Forms
10 Poetic Forms by Byung A. Fallgren is published in this weekly journal.
Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valerie for taking the piece.
Getting something while idling
Getting Something while idling
going for a ride
to the village
to the hamlet
no particular reason
just for serendipity
©Byung A. Fallgren
What darkness also conjures
What darkness also conjures
In the backyard evening settled,
I stretch my arms over my head,
take a deep breath, and exhale "Ko-ho--"
a sudden grunt from the nearby dark slope,
"Thuh-u-uh!"
on the back of my neck the hair stand.
An animal hurries down the hill then stops
in the midway, to glance at me.
revealed in the light is none other than
my friend buck.
"Scared you?" to my voice,
toward me, he slowly moves;
the fear and joy; at the twilight, the twin;
he absorbs my smile,
learn one more of our being
in the dark.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Weekly Avocet
Another Winter
Another Winter
chill outside
nothing
moves here
but snowflakes
and the writer's pen
war in winter
should
be forbidden
frozen refugees
long for spring
©Byung A. Fallgren
Beware of the little Devil in You
Beware of the little Devil in You
I wake up at dawn
to the voice "Choose!"
Choose what? Who are you?
little devil in me?
Wonk; far too long?
In stupor, I go through
the mental to do list:
take the vacuum to the repair shop;
replace the old sneaker with new one;
take the badly behaving cat, tossing the poop
and talking back to the shelter;
O the last one; I've been dragging?
"You've taken it to the Moon."
I flung open my eyes.
When?
Bolting up on the bed, look
at the empty one in the corner.
Shoot! It's not too late. I'll go get it back!
At the shelter office, I shout, "I take him back!"
The girl calmly says, "He got a new home."
I shake, in disbelief.
"Tell them I want him Back!"
"No, Ma'am. Only in your dream."
That was three years ago; and I still dream of him;
how long? Ask the moon.
©Byung A. Fallgren
The Weekly Avocet and more
Some of my poems are published in this Weekly Avocet.
Thank you, Charles, Vivian and Valerie, for taking them. --Byung
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