Month: June 2016

Seaside To-Do List

  1. get off the beaten track
  2. tiptoe along the basalt cliff
  3. talk to the seagulls, listen to the waves
  4. breathe deep the beauty of words like azure
  5. play in the salty wind (and laugh if people laugh at you)
  6. watch the sunset (without forgetting anything)
  7. never lose hope of seeing the green ray
  8. don’t try counting stars, mimic the Moon
  9. watch the Night (she never keeps Secrets for long)
  10. stay a child, and build many sand castles
  11. walk barefoot on the beach
  12. become either the dawn or mute poetry
  13. then and only then ask the Ocean

“how old is my soul?”

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Absolutely True

Fureteventura

Absolutely no one
believed the dream fisher
when he told people about stars
floating on crystal clear waters,
turquoise waves of light,
and bright constellations
that had obviously survived the Night,
yet everything he said was

absolutely true.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Reflets sur la Mer, Fuerteventura © 2016 – F.G.M.

Summer Solstice

Quiet evening under the rain.
Promise of brighter mornings.
It won’t be long before swifts
fly in the sky again.

The garden is teaching
and I am learning
in the arms of Summer
three lessons in lightness.

Silent stars. Silent truth. Silent God.
The longest Day always gives more
than the shortest Night received.

Summer Soltice.
This is the same way Love extends
through Time and over all the world.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

One

Dancers of Midnight
at the break of Dawn,
little fireflies lost
in the magic of shadow theaters,

why do we not watch
the sky?
It is the place where
we were born.

We are not prisoners of the Maze.
Justice glows in the dark,
and when love falls in Love
the two Worlds become

One.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Mystery

Un ange déchu
en pleine Nuit pleurait
quand de lumière de lune
tout le jardin fut inondé.

Mais ici le poète
doit garder le silence
et nul ne saura jamais
ce qu’alors il se passa.

It is a Mystery.

Toutefois je sais qu’au matin
on put voir
des traces de petits pas
disparaissant devant les roses

et même
une nymphe innocente
encore profondément émue
par ce qu’elle avait vu.

© Frédéric Georges Martin