THE SKY ABOVE

By: George Freek

April 2025 ISSUE

POETRY

Editor: Trevor Cunnington

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The sky is like a table

made of glass, but clouds

drift through its cracks.

Night arrives, and day

fades as a star flickers.

Stardust is what we’re made of,

but it has no desires,

and it knows no fears,

and soon it will burn to ashes.

It does what it was

born to do.

It flickers; then dies.

I was only born

to wonder why.

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GEORGE FREEK

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.

For more information:

House of Grief

House of Grief

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