ocean-de-fleurs-bleues

an ocean of blue flowers
life trees in the sunrise
and seven skies above

full of weightless butterflies

this is the way
you described Heaven
to my heavy soul

and these are the words

I’m writing tonight
as a thank you for the light
I saw with my heart

last Night

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: A Cloudy Day, Bluebonnets Near San Antonio, Texas
Robert Julian Onderdonk (1918)

by-the-stream-autumn

Arbres de feu aux ombres d’or,
lente brume incandescente,
lumière des eaux, eaux des couleurs,

Nuit noire, Nuit pure, matin doux,
matin bleu, Orion fidèle, jardin vermeil
ô Saison merveilleuse, belle, éternelle,

By the Stream,  Autumn – Dieu :
est-ce parce qu’il Te ressemble
que j’aime autant l’Automne ?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration : By the Stream, Autumn, Paul Gauguin (1885)

water-lilies

L’étang paisible,
royaume de sages nénuphars
où l’écrevisse attend
l’émerveillement d’un enfant,

et le merle revenu pour un soir
dans le jardin nous enchanter,
et cette Main qui donne,
nos âmes qui reçoivent :

tout est si clair
dans la lumière d’automne,
tout si grand
dans un cœur qui comprend !

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Water Lilies, Claude Monet (1907)

the-kitchen-garden-gustave-caillebotte

I sowed tiny seeds of words
like aspen, maple, rowan
and got three magnificent trees.

I thought of lilies and bees
and wrote a few lines
about rosemary and thyme,

then I drew an alley and a Door
where ivy hadn’t crept the wall
and goldenrod was standing tall,

and this was neither art nor poetry
but rather a garden beyond memory,
such a pretty place to see you again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: the Kitchen Garden, Gustave Caillebotte (1877)

oil on canvas 50 x 50.5 cm

I love an Island where fragile flowers defy
both basalt and Death. An Island called Exile.
It is black and red. It belongs to the Sea.
It appeals to the stars, its rocks teach Eternity.

The die is cast, broken Motherland,
and soon it will be time to leave you.
But your language flows through my soul
like a river of fire,

and as long as I can breathe,
I will write on every wall
whether made from silence
or from ignorance,

the word you never should have forgotten:
Fraternité. 
France, forever in my heart,
may you rest in peace.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration : Ria Munk am Totenbett, Gustave Klimt (1912)