waves crashing on shore wipe away
footprints in the sand

my hand will turn into dust
and so will yours

the wind blows
leaves and children fall

and flowers bloom
in silent stone gardens

but words
follow the Soul home

and tears dry up
like dew in the sun

Love is beyond space
Love is beyond time

© Frédéric Georges Martin

My friend is leaving,
my heart is bleeding,
but Love is

stronger than anything.

Winter reigns,
flowers do not complain,
the garden keeps hope.

I’m falling to pieces.
My faith is failing,
but Love is

stronger than anything.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

snowflake GIF

A few Nights before Christmas
it snowed a lot in Peace Town.
As night fell a little snowflake
asked the Moon
why should I die?

It had fallen on a church roof.
A child was looking at the sky.
A bird was singing the Night.
And the trees seemed to shimmer
and murmur.

You will not die the Moon said
for you are the living Spring
the river of water of life and when
flowers start blooming in Springtime
you will flow into a Sea of Lights.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Giphy

Believe my words.
Love is Memory in its purest form.

I
I loved a galley slave madly
and remained faithful.

II
I prostituted myself in Babylon
but never lost my virginity.

III
I denied my homeland
and found my island.

IV
A king abused me.
I found refuge in a silent garden.

V
I took my own life.
I descended into Hell.

VI
I saved many lives,
many more than I lived.

VII
I fell on the fields of honor.
I still feel the flame.

VIII
I sang dark songs
in theaters bathed in light.

IX
And I write poems to remember
everything about my

ninth life.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Girls of Avignon
(Picasso, 1907)

Mother Earth is crying
tears of salt and blood.
Disregard burns her face,

rivers of blue flowers run dry,
and fearsome shadows haunt
the Gardens of the Alhambra.

Do we really want to hear
the Song of the World’s last Whale?
This is not a morality Tale.

Uncaring children
do not know what they are doing.
Who will look after orphans?

Mother Earth is dying!

© Frédéric Georges Martin