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

~

Plage de lumière © 2019– F.G.M.

Travel Guide to the Sea of Gold

drive up
the opal coast
stop shortly before
the sunset
take a little walk
to the edge of the world
let yourself be led by
a mermaid or a star
sail on the Sea of Gold
vanish into thin air
but always
stay

aware

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Sea of gold © 2018– F.G.M.

Forever

for Lorrie

~

Silence
means a lot
everything
has

a Voice

nothing
was hidden
the Gates
are wide

open

there are
Signs
everywhere
present lasts

forever

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Winter Landscape

winter-landscape

Almost an Off-White,
or a very subtle Gray,
revealed only when the mist vanishes
at the beginning of the day,

and the Silver of naked hills
kissed by pale winter lights,
and this rare shade of Blue
above the frozen fields,

and the forgotten Green of trees
still aware despite appearances.
– Colors of the Soul slowly emerging
from the bright darkness of the Night.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Winter landscape. Rime
Aleksey Savrasov (1870)

Autumnal Holograms

Fluttering leaves.
Shades of orange and brown.
Autumnal holograms
illuminated from within.

Fall is a collage maker,
a painter of renown,
but it seems passers-by see
nothing.

I’m smiling, not really dreaming.
Time has been set free.
This is almost eternity,
and you are so close to me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin