Solid and fixed is my virtue, yet
flexible to shift at times

by friendly nudge or mindless thrust
that brings me no immediate change

some convivial soul draws on
my back a cartography

even the life of a stone has a shinny moment.

© Byung A. Fallgren 

even the old place
seem so new
when we
are
together

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and we
thought
we
were alone
telltale of the reflection

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A cluster of berries
so unique that we can
recognize  amongst
busy crowds,

even when we are apart
we are always together
in our heart. When
on’s missing we can tell
in a glance,

when one sheds tears
we suffer, when on’s happy
our hearts sing, for we are
the same branch and

root. We love one another
until we wither and fall.

It’s been two years since one of my sisters’ passing. I
regret I seldom visited her when she was alive, living
so far away. While growing up, she and I were close.
Once she told me about her friend’s story: her father
disappeared when she was two. And she wanted to
find him. After that, I hadn’t heard of her story.

Now, using my imagination, I’ve written a new novel
“Mystery Man’s Daughter.” I’ve been rewriting and
editing it, which ended up creating a totally different
character than I had thought. I hope I’ll get it done soon.
But I don’t want to rush. My goal is to get it done as
perfectly as I can.

© Byung A. Fallgren

Little ripples on the shore, the tease of
moisture drop on the wakening lake

little minnow jig dances,
bidding a farewell to the melting ice

as a fisher man fills his
tackle box with fly and worm

March retreats like a wise soldier.

© Byung A. Fallgren

Mother Nature
dumped the snow
on our car
telling us
to relax at home

This happened a couple of weeks ago. It’s not timely but
decided to post it anyway because I’m still mad at the weather
that screwed the weekend plan.

© Byung A. Fallgren

tonight’s moon
appears shrunken
reminding us
of eroding
Earth

© Byung A. Fallgren