Nevermore

Does the sparrow see
the ghost of the cat
that’s looking out
the little round window?

Follow me
a silver-lined cloud had said
to the heavy-hearted boy,
I’ll show you a double Rainbow.

But unwinged birds
like Sorrow and Woe
cannot fly away
and “nevermore” is

the saddest word I know.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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

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

Last Butterfly

In a golden garden
playful children
snap their fingers at Winter.

Do they glimpse the Squirrel?
Can they hear the Raven?
Should they try to stop Time?

A black caterpillar
goes round in circles
and Summer ghosts wonder

if that strange latecomer
will have time enough
to turn into the Year’s

last butterfly.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Gardens of God

Dancing chickadees
in fragrant linden trees know
the Wind had a sister called
Snow.

Those children of Winter
were often questioning themselves
what they would become
on the first days of Spring.

November was gloomy!
December was so cold!
And they were so worried,
poor, poor children of Winter!

But their Father Sky told them
“On the first day of Spring
You’ll become a ray of Sunlight, 
fresh water, and thus lilacs will bloom…”

That is why little chickadees
dance so gracefully.
In the gardens of God
Death,

Death does not exist.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Secret of secrets

The sun told the sky
the sky told the flower

the flower told the tree
the tree told the river

the river told the sea
the sea told the wind

the wind told the bird
and the bird told the poet…

Oh! In this world of beauty
no one is able to keep

the Secret of secrets!

© Frédéric Georges Martin