The End / Terminé

Will ashes remember the Fire?
Will the Night hear from the Light?
“I” was a play on words
and so were the shadows of the world.

The stars are veiled, the poet has failed:
nothing will remain
but the dark whiteness of Silence.
THE END.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Les cendres se souviendront-elles du Feu
et la nuit, de la Lumière ?
“Je” était un jeu de mot,
de même que les ombres du monde.

Les étoiles sont voilées, le poète a échoué
et rien ne restera
que l’obscure blancheur du Silence.
TERMINÉ.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: White Line on Black (Jiro Yochihara, 1968)

Consolation

nothing stays the same
Winter Spring Summer
all passes with time

the scent of lilacs
the sound of your voice
the smile and the thrill

nightingales stop to sing
silence steals the wind chime
Fall arrives, children leave

mothers go to heaven
cities fall apart
the stars fade out

but Love is eternal

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Lilac in a glass (Edouard Manet, c1882)

Metaphysical Nursery Rhyme / Mortelle Comptine

one, two, three
let’s climb
the Life Tree

four, five, six
poets know
many tips and tricks

seven, eight, nine
to forgive is human
to err is divine

ten, eleven, twelve
into Oneness
we all shall dissolve

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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un deux trois
je n’irai plus
au bois

quatre cinq six
le pic est altier
mon âme dévisse

sept huit neuf
le temps est compté
ceci n’est pas du bluff

dix onze douze
la vie est belle
 mais la mort est jalouse

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Joyeux Noël !

Résultat de recherche d'images pour "joyeux noël gif animé"

no matter
how far the Evening Star
no matter
how long the Winter

the Bird of Hope
has taken us under its wing
when the Heart is wide open
every day is

Christmas

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Clara’s Song / Chanson de Clara

It’s a huge universe
and a strange hue of blue.
Clara, I mean
I don’t blame you.

With all your being
you loved him.
Clara, that’s  true.
There’s light in darkness.

Deep black silence.
Absence and presence.
Clara. Like a sweet
and luminous laughter.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Que l’univers est grand
et cette nuance de bleu,
étrange. Clara, si loin de moi
l’idée de te blâmer.

De tout ton être tu l’aimais.
Clara, c’est vrai.
De l’obscurité
a surgi la Lumière.

Silence noir et profond,
absence et présence.
Clara. Comme un rire
doux et lumineux.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Ophelia (Odilon Redon, c1903)

Failed Poet / Poète raté

It was so presumptuous of me
to think I was able to write
about the beauty of the sunset light!

Still, I wrote my lines in Moonlight.
But no one liked the paper words
I found at Night, after the sun had gone.

Silence is gifted. Silence is enough.
So tomorrow I will throw all my poems
into the great Fire of Dawn,

and when I scatter their ashes
I will tell myself that finally
it’s not so bad to be a failed poet.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Au coucher du soleil la lumière est si belle !
J’ai cru pouvoir le dire. Ce n’était pas la peine.
J’écrivais au clair de lune mais nul n’aima
les mots de papier qu’à la Nuit je trouvais.

Le silence est doué, le silence suffit.

Aussi demain je jetterai mes poèmes
au grand feu de l’aurore
et puis en dispersant leurs cendres
je me dirai que ce n’est pas si grave d’être

un poète raté.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Sound of the Sea

Pebbles roll. Waves sing.
Rumbles enthrall solitary seagulls.

They shout with joy
for Time has stopped.

I stand at the seashore of Memory.
I am not alone.

I am listening
to the Sound of the Sea.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Plage de lumière © 2019– F.G.M.