The Red Balloon by pwyskowski

A child’s dream is like a red balloon
that rises up in the Night sky.
It tells the lonely Moon great hopes
and broken heart stories,

but dreamers of Dawn
must always stay on Earth:
stars no longer want to play the game
and mysteries remain unsolved.

Who knows how high
an emotion goes?
Is there a greater wonder
than a child’s joy?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The fragrance of stars.

The softness of the sky.

The sound of a child’s gaze.

The taste of summer clouds.

Look at the Symphony,

trust Poetry

and train your sixth sense.

It is the only one that works

in the Other World.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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I, little soul in the Winter wind,

do solemnly swear
that I will try again
to walk barefoot
in powder snow

just for fun.

I will never doubt
that teddy bears can do a somersault
when you don’t look at them
and that they all have

a living soul.

I will ever regard
falling stars
as stirring signs from Elsewhere
and will stay a child at heart

forever.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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* * * JOYEUX NOËL ! MERRY CHRISTMAS! * * *

A colored pencil in his hand
and freckles on his face,
and the Night sky as a notebook
for newly learned words,

I recognize him, could he recognize me?

At that time, every drop of rain
was a tear of God,
and every house in his drawings
had a window on the true World.

Now only the memories remain.

Between grief and grace
there is almost no difference.
Enfance,
blessed motherland,

why do we have to leave you?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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I sowed tiny seeds of words
like aspen, maple, rowan
and got three magnificent trees.

I thought of lilies and bees
and wrote a few lines
about rosemary and thyme,

then I drew an alley and a Door
where ivy hadn’t crept the wall
and goldenrod was standing tall,

and this was neither art nor poetry
but rather a garden beyond memory,
such a pretty place to see you again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: the Kitchen Garden, Gustave Caillebotte (1877)