Artwork by Cyra Ali – Image Courtesy ArtChowk The Gallery
I’m now at loose ends.
I’m tired, not so much
of the same flowers,
or the same wrens,
as of the same feelings
ascribed to them.
I hear a clock ticking
like a toothache.
The sky appears to me
as an endless sea.
I watch the leaves fall
from my maple tree,
and it is unnerving. It is
like sitting in the dark,
with eyes unable to see,
and praying there
is a chair beneath me.
~ George Freek
George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in ‘The Lake’; ‘The Stillwater Review’; ‘Hamilton Stone Review’; ‘The New Plains Review’; and ‘Literature Today’. His plays are published by Havescripts, Inc., Playscripts, Inc.; and Lazy Bee Scripts (UK).
