A LACK OF REMORSE (After Su Tung Po)
My yard fills with snow.
If I wanted to, there’s
nowhere I could go.
The winds roam the street
like hungry swine,
searching for scraps to eat.
My wife is gone.
I once had a cat.
He also abandoned me.
I don’t blame him.
Like a lost violin
my life has come unstrung.
People avoid me,
and I wasn’t much fun
even when I was young.
Bionote
George Freek's poetry has appeared in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem "Written At Blue Lake" was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His poem "Enigmatic Variations" was also recently nominated for Best of the Net. His collection "Melancholia" was published by Red Wolf Editions.
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