Red Balloon

The Red Balloon by pwyskowski

A child’s dream is like a red balloon
that rises up in the Night sky.
It tells the lonely Moon great hopes
and broken heart stories,

but dreamers of Dawn
must always stay on Earth:
stars no longer want to play the game
and mysteries remain unsolved.

Who knows how high
an emotion goes?
Is there a greater wonder
than a child’s joy?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Nevermore Lake

nevermore-lake

a tear in the sky
a rip in a canvas painting
Nevermore Lake
hurt by wars and years

and the blue ripples of time
and the song without words
willow trees used to sing
after Summer had gone

and a lover on the jetty
phantom waiting mutely
for the Night to reveal where
birds of yesterday found

a haven of peace

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: jetty on the lake (restoration)
(Johan Jacobsen 1883-1953)
private collection © 2017 – F.G.M.

Last Will

ankh

I, writer of poems unable
to rise above mere doggerel,
declare this to be
my last will and testament.

I appoint Summer butterflies
as my personal representatives
to administer this will.
I give and bequeath

my poems to the Wind
my heart to the Night
my dreams to the Sea
my love to the Stars.

Bury me somewhere near a tree.
Draw an ankh, plant snowdrops,
then please shed a tear of joy:
they will bloom earlier next year.

He’s so kind:
the Gardener won’t mind,
and my soul will smile
for a little while.

© Frédéric Georges Martin