DESPERATION (After Li Po) by George Freek

Tonight the moon is like

an ancient scholar,

whose mind is un-fulfilled,

whose face looks distraught

from empty thoughts.

As if for a cane, he fumbles

for a star, but it’s too far.

I collapse into my bed.

A brazen rumble of clouds

circles over my head.

A dove disappears into

the snarling mass.

Trees stand like statues

in the dressy darkness

like lovers who lost their way.

They have no wish to stay,

but are unable to go away.

 

 


George Freek is a poet/playwrighht living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in ‘Carcinoegnic Poetry’; ‘Bitterzoet Magazine’; ‘The Tipton Poetry Journal’; ‘The Adelaide Review’; and ‘Big Windows Review’. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.

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