George Freek

Two Thoughts on a Monday
 
As leaves fall into the river
like acrobats dying gracefully,
a raven stares at me.
Of what is he accusing me?
But like nature itself,
his meaning is a mystery,
and he flies off,
lost to my sight, blending
with the oncoming night.
What we make of birds
is what we want to see.
It’s partly truth,
but mostly make believe.
Discontent with the world
doesn’t hide in trees.
It lives deep inside of me.

George Freek's poem "Enigmatic Variations" was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem "Night Thoughts" was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize.