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Torn-up letters of disdain.
Manuscripts thrown in the bin.
You say you are sorry.

But it is no so easy.
And I must close the book
on printed rainbows.

Raindrop words will never find
their place in the sun.
I give up. You have won.

Success will never come.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Book
(Juan Gris, 1913)

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Raindrops are God’s tears,
rainbows are Heaven’s doors
and I strongly believe
clouds are floating mountains.

I love to blow the dandelion flower.
I always do as I please
and often hurt my knees
and my heart.

But I don’t really mind.
I’m proud to tell everybody
I never grow up
and never will.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Cloud
(Arkhip Kuindzhi)

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I will tell the stars
how beautiful they are
in the Night Sky.

I will thank the Moon
for making children’s dreams
definitely possible.

In a world of misery
I will try to speak
the language of poetry,

and if I can’t keep my
new year’s resolutions
I will take a nap

under the Living Tree
then I will smile gently
to the Summer clouds.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: The Future of Statues
(René Magritte, 1937)

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“He says no with his head
but he says yes with his heart
he says yes to what he loves
he says no to the teacher …” 

(Jacques Prévert, The Dunce)

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one times ten is
five fields of flowers

two times nine is
seven blue skies

three times eight is
one thousand and one Nights

four times seven is
forty rainbows

five times six is
one ocean more

six times five is
two trees under the full Moon

seven times four is
thousands of honeybees

eight times three is
sixty rhymes with glee

and nine times two is
one hundred ways to stay

a child bad at maths
but good at poetry

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Dunce
(Harold Copping, 1886)