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.

Time is not flowing
like a river to the sea.
The river is a dream
and I am

a leaf in the stream.

You are not moving
through space.
Spaces move through you
for you are a bird

creating skies.

Really, we are
neither men nor women
neither bodies nor souls
but only the Light in the Word

Moonlight

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Sand Pipers and Moon (Ohara Koson,  1877-1945)

Song of thanks for the Sun,
greeting song for the Stars,
I would like my last poem
to become a cheerful song,

melody from the Moon,
blue lyrics by the Sky.

Children would find it fun!

A song that would sound
like the one I loved so much
when I was a little boy.
Dream of a naive dove,

a song of hope with such
a nice farewell at the end

children would not find it sad.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Half-forgotten dreams vapor,
chinese ink, a leaf of silk paper,

songbirds on a Sunday afternoon,
the light from the crescent moon,

one microgram of antimatter,
words of love on a silver platter,

a little heart that bleeds,
a few tree of Life seeds:

a little alchemy,
and so much poetry!

© Frédéric Georges Martin