A Man of no Importance

I was a shadow child,
prodigal son guided by
the careful hands of Forgiveness,

lost soul made of star dust,
younger brother of words like
orphan and light.

I learned little by little
both from short lives
and long silences.

I finally became
a man of no importance:
I was everyone

and everyone was me.
The starry sky had reminded me
who I really am.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Star of the Hero
(Nicholas Roerich 1936)

 

The Password

Dreamlike landscape.
Poppy field near Argenteuil.
A place where star seeds grow.

Unfortunately
you cannot enter the Painting
unless you have the Password!

But if you open the Window
a child of the sky will whisper it softly
into your heart:

raindrops

emotion

illumination

.
.
.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Comme un tableau de Monet © 2018 – F.G.M.

Radiant Sun

This may sounds like
a last au revoir.

It is not a brilliant poem.
Not even a child’s song.

I just want to write
a few words about Love.

There is no guide
but the Heart.

There is no wandering
when kindness is the Light,

and for even the tiniest spark
will turn into a radiant sun,

there is no darkness,
there is no farewell.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Evening Light / Lumière du Soir

Between the end of the day
and the beginning of night
Love is made visible
and the soul-stuff is palpable.

Angled light, lengthening shadows.
Tranquil harmony of purple sounds:
peace and mystery rule the garden,
echoes of the sunset heal all wounds.

Evening Light.

To love is to see.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Elle ressemble à l’étoffe
dont les âmes sont faites.
Les jardins qu’elle inonde
se font miroirs de l’Autre Monde

et quand elle s’unit au Silence
l’Amour rendu visible
soudain n’est plus
indicible.

Lumière du soir.

Aimer c’est voir.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Sunset at Sent Charlez. Eragny
(Camille Pissarro, 1891)

The World that is not a Dream

Cello. Piano. Adagio.
Words fallen from the sky.
Why do they not want to sing?
What does their silence mean?

Emotion. Illusion. Delusion.
How to be sure?
Some rhymes are impure!
My questions make no sense!

Now that you live in
the World that is not a dream
you can read everything unwritten
and make music out of nothing.

It is such a nice way
to answer me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Selfless Trees / Etoiles silencieuses

I came into the world
not to tell the truth
but little things similar

still water reflections
white lies
lazy butterflies
slow days of May
faithful hawthorn
blue dreams underway
and the sweet voice of flowers
in the evening light

and all those silent stars
far above
the selfless trees.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Ce n’est pas pour dire la vérité
que je suis venu au monde
mais ce qui s’en rapproche

reflets sur l’eau
mensonges pieux
papillons paresseux
aubépine fidèle
lentes journées de mai
rêves bleus tout juste commencés
et la douce voix des fleurs
dans la lumière du soir

et par delà les cimes
des arbres magnanimes
toutes ces étoiles silencieuses.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

 

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En Vérité (reflets) © 2018 – F.G.M.