sketch-for-a-mermaid

She breathes
and sailors smile or worry,
She sings
and mermaids dream or cry.

She poses,
and painters do their best.
Then she disappears after
she sprinkled stardust in their eyes.

She sometimes wears
a wedding veil
but every man knows
she will never marry

for she is
the King’s mistress.
The Sea.
Princess of the seeking Souls.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Sketch For A Mermaid
(John William Waterhouse, 1892)

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

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.

In love with the Stars
and Words, inspired by
the silence of the Night
I dreamt I could write

Words in the Light.

But the sun rose
and on my white pages
only fleeting
traces of poetry

remain.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

original bilingual poem here

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)