The End / Terminé

February 6, 2020February 7, 2020 ~ Frédéric G. M.

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.

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.

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

Clara’s Song / Chanson de Clara

December 16, 2019December 16, 2019 ~ Frédéric G. M.

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.

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.

Illustration: Ophelia (Odilon Redon, c1903)

Abstract Poem

December 5, 2019 ~ Frédéric G. M.

Blue flows, ebony bows,
oriental garden, playful arson,
half a golden sun,
tranquil purple seas, green rays,
agate slices, serene waves,
chimerical swan, concealed wand,
the last star at dawn

and a world beyond.

Illustration: Composition (János Mattis-Teutsch, 1920)

Vulnerable

November 26, 2019November 26, 2019 ~ Frédéric G. M. ~ 1 Comment

Dead rose petals.
Razor-sharp rocks.
Tunnels under the city
and the far sunset.

The sky cries.
Some say it causes
rainbows.
Dreams, I suppose.

It’s a hard
and miserable world
and our hearts are
so vulnerable!

Illustration: Two roses on a tablecloth (Edouard Manet, c1883)

Song for a mourning Heart

November 16, 2019 ~ Frédéric G. M.

She just said a few words
with a gentle smile
as if she wanted to apologize
for being sad and hopeless.

But you had taken an oath!
He reads your closed lips.
He sees the light in you,
and he will give you a sign!

Those we have lost
did not lose us.
Those who are gone
live deeper than we do.

Illustration: Girl on a Park Bench (Charle Blackman, 1961)

The Blue Tree

October 3, 2019 ~ Frédéric G. M.

Alice’s dream within a dream
and the far side of the Moon
and the big blue tree
and a Spark of Love.

A sprig of heather
has fallen from the sky.
What is it called
when you see in the dark?

Shadows in the Night
love the shade of stars.
How is it that they die
each time a child awakens?

Illustration: The Blue Tree (Ernst Ludwig Kirchner)

To Autumn

September 23, 2019 ~ Frédéric G. M.

The song of forgotten springs have reached
the dreamer’s heart:
today is the first day of a dream in color.

Last to arrive and last to go is the pale rose’s way.
When it fades butterflies and light will perform
a wonderful mime.

Autumn! Even though we both die at the end
something deep in me will love you
till the end of time!

Illustration: Afternoon Light, Dogwood (Thomas Kinkade, 1985)