Poems By George Freek

Poems Inspired By Early Chinese Poetry


The evening is heavy

with shadows. Wind

whistles through the trees

like the music of flutes.

The leaves dance

like dervishes in a trance.

Darkness drops like paint

poured on a canvas.

I observe a small cloud,

as nervous as a bride,

coyly teasing the moon.

But tonight, only

a hungry raven watches.

I croak ballads

to the distant stars.

The raven flies off.

It can’t dispel the gloom.


Days upon days and clouds

caught in the branches

like words in a poem

with no meaning,

or a bird, unseen but heard.

When I stare at the sky,

my desire is as vast as my mind.

But the moon is a parable

of a different kind.

Men of science, in their departments,

study mysteries, which

vanish with the spring.

Riddles without answers

are ugly things.

I know the sum of one plus one,

the distance to the sun,

how daffodils grow.

But the silence of the grave,

is it only a pleasant repose?

As men will fall to their knees,

leaves fall from trees

and are gone with a sudden breeze.

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Illinois.

His plays are published by Playscripts; Blue Moon Plays and Off The Wall Plays. His poem “Written At Blue Lake” was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

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