Behind the Blue Door

Behind the Blue Door
there’s a garden and more,
flowers falling from an apple tree
and all what the eyes cannot see.

Before the Blue Door
one must stand still and silent,
there’s no door handle
but a Message to your heart:

Love! Love is the password!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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La Porte bleue © 2020– F.G.M.

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.

True Legend

As they had heard
the sad song of two caged birds
lucky stars asked the Night
free them and throw us in jail.

The Night thought
two stars does not make
much difference
and agreed.

That is why
sometimes before the dawn
you can hear such a beautiful
and grateful birdsong.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Caged Stars © 2019– F.G.M.

So silently / Funérailles

I enter
a white church
so silently.
Is this a dream? Maybe.

Mary seems pleased.
Light from above erases
the shoulder wound of Christ.
I rest.

Thus begins real Life.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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En silence j’entre
dans une église blanche.
Est-ce un rêve ? Peut-être.

Marie semble heureuse.
Doucement la lumière touche
l’épaule blessée du Christ.

Je dors.
Ainsi commence
la vraie Vie.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Eglise blanche, Lanzarote © 2019– F.G.M.

Roses in Prison

On a clear and sunny Sunday
behind the railings of a bourgeois house
I saw patient roses in prison.

I thought of those caged birds
whose poignant songs grieve
the deep blue sky.

But the roses were not sad at all.
They were dancing slowly
with the old rusty iron bars.

The flowers had freed my heart
from confusion and impatience:
I was the prisoner!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Roses prisonnières © 2019– F.G.M.

Love is a Garden!

Ornamental grasses
wave seductively in the wind,
flowers dream of freedom
in carefully aligned pots,
cleomes and roses grow
under the wooden arches
and poplars teach maples
how to touch the sky.

Let’s walk on the gravel path!
The place looks like
a wonderfully light-filled painting.
Summer is the painter’s name,
and butterflies can’t keep it secret:

Love is a garden!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Le jardin de l’île des Ibis © 2019– F.G.M.

Farewell to the Seine

She was quiet and almost sad.
Olds ladies were painting.
I could not say anything.
I just threw flowers in the river.

I don’t love you anymore
and I’m going to leave you.
Cruel words a poet should
never say to her muse.

How strangely still the water was!
Did the women notice something?
Flowers danced silently on the Seine.
Lost world in watercolours.

I left without looking back.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Fleurs sur la Seine © 2019– F.G.M.

Azul Oscuro

Rocky slopes glow red,
black sand and lava catch the Light,
the clock holds it magnetic breath
and the Sun sheds copper tears.

When the Night falls,
Will we go blind?
Midnight lovers don’t mind.
Midnight lovers feel no fear.

Azul oscuro.
Silence cannot hurt.
Azul oscuro.
Darkness looks so clear!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Azul Oscuro © 2019– F.G.M.

Nathaniel

How hard it must be
to be an angel.

Nathaniel,
a flower has fallen.

Nathaniel,
how heartbreaking the world is.

Nathaniel,
inspire me a prayer.

How hard it is
not to be an angel.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Fallen Flower © 2019– F.G.M.

Devonian Garden

the waves
unseen
unplayed strings

all the things
we have
forgotten

what the stars really mean
the strange friendship
between the Shade and the Light

the whispers of water
the Past before the past
the Song before the birds

flowerless ferns
remember
everything

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Parque Terra Nostra (São Miguel) © 2019– F.G.M.