Wandering Thoughts

In Poetry on October 1, 2014 at 10:51 am

I sit alone with my wine,

staring at the stars.

They look very far away.

I’ve reached old age.

I will soon be gone.

The stars are here to stay.

I’ve written six hundred poems.

It’s time to stop. I’ve said

what I can. It’s time

for drinking wine.

I watch the dead leaves

float down the river

to end in the sea. It’s

the same with my poems,

and the same with me.


-after Tu Fu

George Freek, USA

Alone in the Night

In Poetry on September 16, 2014 at 11:45 am

As I stare at the sky,

and the night deepens,

it seems like a hole

the stars fall into.

Trees wave like black

umbrellas. Life moves on.

It’s nearly over before

it’s begun. After

sixty years, that’s all I know.

I have said what I could.

I only seem able

to drink wine and laugh.

And my future

will be just like my past.


-after Lu Yu

George Freek, USA

My World

In Poetry on September 11, 2014 at 2:42 pm

I traverse

a fish pond world

gone black

by deadly feet

of swimming children

that pee

and splash

in the water I breathe


William D. Hicks, USA


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