“Nothingness” by George Freek

Photo Credit: Laura Zanotti

Leaves fall in two and threes.

Where do they go

as the wind pushes them

down a deserted street?

No one will grieve.

As they disintegrate,

I walk the lake’s edge,

and watch a crow,

as he circles over my head.

He wishes I were dead.

Waves break against stones.

It’s as if I can

hear their dull moans.

I gaze at nothing.

It’s what my mind sees.

The crow lands in a tree.

He doesn’t bother with me.

He’s unperturbed.

He’s an unknown,

so I leave him alone,

but I walk carefully on my way home.

Artist Statement

Like all my poems, they express my emotions at a particular moment. They might alter from day to day, and  l need to write another poem because I then feel a different way.

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in The Missing Slate; Offcourse Literary Journal; WrightVerse; Chiron Review; New Plains Review; Rockhurst Review; Blue Door Quarterly; Mud Season; and Samizdat Literary Journal. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.