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.
Nothing can give me solace.
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!
There is no other word
Black & White Treasure – © 2017– F.G.M.
In a place of peace
I buried Hope with my own hands
I looked for heather in bloom
but could not find any flowers I like.
So I made a cross from twigs and ivy,
and my soul stood there,
naked in the wind, under onyx stars,
till the break of Dawn.
My sweetest Dream has gone,
I will not live on!
The truth has been left untold
and the sunlight looks so cold!
illustration: The Cemetery Entrance
(Caspar David Friedrich, 1825)
Plastered teddy bear, lifeless buddy,
you’re staring into space.
It’s like you were sitting patiently,
but what are you waiting for?
Sometimes Fate is unfair:
it leaves old friends all alone
and can suddenly wipe the smile off
a little boy’s face.
O sweet companion, forgotten friend,
your foam filled soul resembles mine!
Yesterday no one saw your tears,
but God knows that you were cold
when the sun went down over the sea
and the first stars in the darkening sky
silently began to align,
then died of grief!
ours en peluche oublié sur un banc de pierre © 2015 – F.G.M.