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

~

Caged Stars © 2019– F.G.M.

I tried to think like a bird
and found a way
to go through
the Ivy-Covered Wall.

I painted a cloudless sky
and wrote in the air
the Word
transparency.

Now you have gone through
the Ivy-Covered Wall
you can see there was
no wall at all.

The world is One,
you were the limit,
the Light loves ivy
and the bird broke free!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Mur de lierre © 2017 – F.G.M.

Harebell
love-in-a-mist
wild marigold
incredible cosmos.

It’s a mess of flowers,
a colorful animated painting
loved by the butterflies,
a Place of Mystery.

There, the soul of a little bird
can get some rest,
and the sky never ends
above its grave.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Campanule
nigelle
souci des champs
incroyable cosmos.

C’est un fouillis de fleurs,
un vivant tableau de couleurs
aimé des papillons,
un lieu de Mystère.

Là, l’âme d’un petit oiseau
trouve quelque repos,
et le ciel est immense
au dessus de sa tombe.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Last Sunday we had
a walk in Madrid,
I saw a sea of roses
and many birds above

and a violinist writing in the air
flawless poems from the heart
and a woman painting with grace
the cruel colors of life.

But they did not amaze me.
The wound bleeds.
It hurts.
Nothing can give me solace.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The garden looks so sad.
There are red petals
from blown poppies
on the grass.

I feel so bad:
I lost a friend
killed at night
by a neighbor’s cat.

Black and white treasure.
Little baby magpie
fallen from the nest,
please be our guest again!

Oh my Teacher Bird!
Grief!
There is no other word
for it!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Black & White Treasure – © 2017– F.G.M.

like birds of light
born on an island of fire

birds of paradise
free lovers in the sky

able to fly through the air
and through time

we’ll take a journey
into the vast universe

after we’ll have
kissed the Sea wind

and become
one with the sunset

© Frédéric Georges Martin

One swallow
will make a summer
but one sparrow
has died in winter.

How brave the bird was!
How poor poets are!
Never ask them to justify
their dreams of flying.

That is unfair.
How could they explain
words
fallen from the sky?

© Frédéric Georges Martin