your face
before you were born
the shadows in me
the wings we can’t see

the weakness of strength
the strength of weakness
failures and attempts
seekers and finders

atoms and phantoms
this world and the Next
every Day, every Night,
everything, everywhere,

everyone is


© Frédéric Georges Martin

I once was a child
a very happy child
able to run wildly

in the wind

my dreams were
bright red kites

in the wind

but I grew up
and often forgot
to sing

in the wind

and now I must learn
not to be afraid
of ending up like dust

in the wind

© Frédéric Georges Martin

its pride
a bird sings
the Light
worlds coincide
when colors collide
we are secure


© Frédéric Georges Martin

I saw
the grace of blue lakes,
two-way mirrors reflecting the sky
and beyond,

and I stood amazed.

I saw
the beauty of mountains
high and silent peaks resembling
majestic kings that filled me

with wonder.

But I did not see
I was trampling a tiny flower
as white as an angel’s wing
and I feel clumsy

and sad.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


Pic du Midi d’Ossau (Pyrénées, France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

Mars qui rit malgré les averses
prépare en secret le printemps.
(Théophile Gautier)

Daffodils in the rain
seem to bow to Fate,
but tomorrow the Sun
will raise them up.

The old cypress has offered
a shelter to the tiny wrens.
Strong trees laugh at storms,
and treasure fragile lives.

March is a man of his word:
Every cloud has a silver lining.
That’s the Promise of Spring
and that’s so very true!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

love art

I dreamed I woke up
and you were by my side.
I found you,
you simply said.

What a sweet
and beautiful dream!
What a clear
and wonderful Night!

The shutters were closed,
the rain had stopped,
everything was so quiet.
The curtains moved gently.

You left, I supposed,
then the garden shone
so strangely
under the Silver Stars.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


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