Moment of the Sun in the Shadow When we don't see the negative appearance of within, the reason for being narsistic or be wild goer, while the cells shrink. The reflection in the mirror or still water points to what we miss to see; how we correct the wrong; the mind, the real us; where the dark lake turns clear to mirror the blue sky and the clouds; where the snake can be morphed and born a sainthood; or the moment of the sun in the shadow; if only we could grab it safe, the gay youth, full of dreams, would've grown to reach the peak. ©Byung A. Fallgren Matthew Shepard, who was gay, died in October 1998 after two men beat him and left him tied to a fence on a plot of land outside Laramie, where he was attending the University of Wyoming. Today, a portrait honoring the life of Matthew Shepard is on display at the Washinton D.C.
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The aim was song
The Aim was Song Robet Frost--March 26, 1874--January 29, 1963 Before man came to blow it right The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night In any rough place where it caught. Man came to tell it what was wrong: It hadn't found the place to blow; It blew too hard--the aim was song. And listen --how it ought to go! He took a little in his mouth, And held it long enough for north To be converted into south, And then by measure blew it forth. By measure. It was word and note, The wind the wind had meant to be-- A little through the lips and throat. The aim was song--the wind could see. The Aim was Song was first published in The Measure: A Journal of Poetry Vol. 1, no. 1, March 1921, and later appeared in Robert Frost's collection, New Hampshire, Henry Holt & Company, in 1923. Mark Richardson, professor of English at Doshisha University in Kyoto, writes in The Ordeal of Robert Frost: The Poet and his poetics that "through us nature excess itself in form, Frost says, and brings us to the place where nature evolves into culture, where chaos resolves itself through human agency into something "created" orderly. The Wind is articulated or measured out in speech, and not only into speech, but song--poetry.
Winter Blue Remedy Song
Winter Blue Remedy Song
As a remedy we tend to
think of the ones shivering
in the cold, in the land near and far,
while the senile ones on the top
play the game of war.
Another winter blues, the one you can see
in the dying plants;
in the tears of a mother;
in the shudder of the moon; remedy
yet to be found;
hidden in the bottom of
the conscience, gem in the rock;
wish it points to the light.
©Byung A. Fallgren
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Winter and The Lesson on the Trail
My poems Winter and Lesson on the Trail have been accepted by The Avocet, a journal of Nature Poetry. They will be published in The Avocet, a journal of Nature Poetry, Winter-2022, printed issue. Thank you, Charles, Vivi, Valerie for taking these pieces.
–Byung A.
Night
Night Winter night his snore keeps her reflect on the past blue; the refugee the rain gutter recites the war poem; lighted window the night rain drums in November; artic dream polar bear dreams of old ice home. ©Byung A. Fallgren
The sister, one of the two fingers
The Sister, one of the two fingers Her eyes see things others don't when it comes to her bro. when she catches his post on the Facebook about his past surgery as if recent one and his worry on the hospital bill, her senses go purple alert; halt her impulse to send him a check, give her mom a call to make sure if he'd do that. Mom says it must be a hacker. she'd call her brother for sure. Mom's heart blooms: she knew two fingers are better than one, like a nation needs ally. --Byung A.
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My seven Haiku appear in this week's issue. Thank you, Charles, Vivian, Valeri for getting the pieces. --Byung A.
Happy Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! --Byung A.
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