Vulnerable

Dead rose petals.
Razor-sharp rocks.
Tunnels under the city
and the far sunset.

The sky cries.
Some say it causes
rainbows.
Dreams, I suppose.

It’s a hard
and miserable world
and our hearts are
so vulnerable!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Two roses on a tablecloth (Edouard Manet, c1883)

The Blue Tree

Alice’s dream within a dream
and the far side of the Moon
and the big blue tree
and a Spark of Love.

A sprig of heather
has fallen from the sky.
What is it called
when you see in the dark?

Shadows in the Night
love the shade of stars.
How is it that they die
each time a child awakens?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: The Blue Tree (Ernst Ludwig Kirchner)

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.

Dreaming

The Sun looks so real.
There are many things
it tries to reveal.

But tears taste salty,
and the word death
sounds scary!

Why do we worry?
We are just dreaming
we are not dreaming.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Celestial Dream
(Jahar Dasgupta)

Child’s Heart

Raindrops are God’s tears,
rainbows are Heaven’s doors
and I strongly believe
clouds are floating mountains.

I love to blow the dandelion flower.
I always do as I please
and often hurt my knees
and my heart.

But I don’t really mind.
I’m proud to tell everybody
I never grow up
and never will.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Cloud
(Arkhip Kuindzhi)

A Castle in the Sky

The evening breeze oscillates
between sadness and wisdom.

White ships move slowly.
The Moon shines brightly.

No matter if we built
a castle in the sky.

We had to learn
about dreams and Time.

When you look at the starry sky,
every moment lasts forever.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Winter Dream

it’s cold

the pond has frozen over
two birds walk on ice

the mirror has two faces

thoughts disappear into
the maze of daydreams

Winter Dream

it’s not a mirage
we live side by side

and I feel warm inside

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Ensemble © 2019– F.G.M.