Renoir - The Seine at Asnières

I was walking along the Seine
between Chatou and Croissy
admiring upright hollyhocks
as proud as poor,

sunlight dancing on water,
trees by the riverside,
and pretty houses
with closed shutters,

when suddenly
and so mysteriously
I ran into Renoir’s ghost
and saw the Light again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : The Seine at Asnières, Renoir (1879)

La Seine à Chatou (Renoir)

J’ai marché le long de la Seine
entre Chatou et Croissy
là où des peintres avec mélancolie
allaient pour oublier leur peine.

J’ai vu des roses trémières
qui se dressaient,
pauvres mais fières,
des reflets qui dansaient,

des arbres au bord de l’eau,
et de jolies maisons
aux volets à demi clos.
Et soudain, sans raison,

tristesse est devenue
confiance,
comme une évidence,
l’Espoir m’est revenu.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : The Seine at Chatou, Renoir (1881)

Silent Prayer

no wrath
no blame
no hate no fight
just a flickering candle flame
a silent prayer with open hands
words of light and flowers of peace left
at the serene place where
murdered Innocents
rest

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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© 2015 – F.G.M.

Triangles
can’t help talking in circles.

Circles
secretly dream of being squared.

Squares
never cross the line,

and Mrs Line
gets to the point

for Mr Point wonders
whether she’s

straight
or gay…

Oh my goodness!
What a queer geometry!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

A different way

On the bank of the river Fantasy
I got some really good advice
from a young and wise
willow tree.

Always try to see
the visible world
in a different way,
it said in a thrilling whisper,

every blessed day
feast your eyes
on the purple beauty of the Unseen,
don’t be afraid of grey clouds,

paint the sky orange, dare to disobey
and let your imagination run wild
as if you were still
a Child.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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 © 2015 – F.G.M.