I Stare at Passing Clouds (After Tu Fu) by George Freek

09 March 2018 on Blog, Poetry   Tags: ,

I stare at passing clouds,
above the quiet street.
The evening is peaceful.
Half drunk, I sway
in the doorway. The moon
lights the twilight sky.
Stars glisten like leering teeth.
I've reached fifty-three.
I've lived my life.
There's nothing I'll miss.
There's nothing I'd
go back for. And yet,
I cling very tightly
for support
to this half-open door.


George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in Cholla Needles, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Artifacts Nouveau, The Adelaide Review, and The Sentinel Literary Quarterly. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc, Lazy Bee Scripts, and Off The Wall Plays.

Brian Michael Barbeito is a Canadian writer and photographer. He is currently working on a visual and prose poem narrative about nature walking titled Pastoral Mosaics, Journeys Through Landscapes RuralClick here to follow his work. 

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