A true Poet

I’m not a Painter,
but I dream to paint Words
like gate and path
on the wall that separates us.

I’m not a Sculptor
but I would love to carve
a few more poems
from the soft clay of Silence.

Poor me!
I’m not a Musician,
but I’m still desperately trying
to make birds of Nowhere sing.

O God of many Names!
I wish I had time enough
to live and leave as
a true Poet!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Gold in a River

gold-in-a-river

In the realm where Fall
neither begins nor ends
a needy poet found
gold in a river,
amazing treasure
elves hadn’t even bothered to hide.

Singing streams still remember
the wordless prayer
he thankfully wrote on the wind
whispering through the trees,
and for all I know
in the forest of many wonders

he struck it rich.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Forêt de Rambouillet (France) © 2015 – F.G.M.

Le cœur immense

Monet, Sea Study

Je suis venu te voir
sans bien savoir
ni ce que tu es
ni quoi te demander,

la lune
le rayon d’une étoile
les mots d’une chanson
l’inspiration,

la mer
les couleurs qu’elle invente,
nuages oranges
passage d’un ange,

et je suis reparti,
un peu fou, un peu ivre,
le cœur immense
et rempli de silences.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration : Sea Study, Monet (1881)