By George Freek
THE STARS AND THE CLOUDS (After Du Fu, Tang Dynasty poet) Like an unthinking machine, I stare at the moon. I can’t count the stars, unimaginably far away. It doesn’t matter. They have nothing to say. Like a clock ticking the hours, ice drips from my eaves. Clouds as large as mountains, appear majestic, but they’re merely illusions. Life is like this bleak night, in which we’re blind. It can’t be understood. It’s simply confusion.
George Freek’s poetry has recently appeared in The Ottawa Arts Review, Acumen, The Lake, The Whimsical Poet, Triggerfish and Torrid Literature.
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