The Password

Dreamlike landscape.
Poppy field near Argenteuil.
A place where star seeds grow.

Unfortunately
you cannot enter the Painting
unless you have the Password!

But if you open the Window
a child of the sky will whisper it softly
into your heart:

raindrops

emotion

illumination

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.
.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Comme un tableau de Monet © 2018 – F.G.M.

The World that is not a Dream

Cello. Piano. Adagio.
Words fallen from the sky.
Why do they not want to sing?
What does their silence mean?

Emotion. Illusion. Delusion.
How to be sure?
Some rhymes are impure!
My questions make no sense!

Now that you live in
the World that is not a dream
you can read everything unwritten
and make music out of nothing.

It is such a nice way
to answer me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Something blue

Sometimes you walk on water,
sometimes you sink like a stone:

there are many farewells
on the way to Summer.

Because the sun did not show up
I gave up on my blue dreams

and sold my soul to the Devil.
But bluebells bought it back:

some flowers are angels in disguise
some forests look like Paradise!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Something blue © 2018 – F.G.M.

A Butterfly’s Dream

“Verily, verily, I am blue!”
a yellow flower said
“…and whoever believes in me will be given
a glimpse of the true nature of things.”

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This was certainly
a butterfly’s dream,
but things are never as they seem
and dreams give us rainbow wings.

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O wise wild Flowers,
erudite Mentors,
Keepers of the hidden Hour:
why do we not trust you?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Fleur jaune © 2018 – F.G.M.