“He says no with his head
but he says yes with his heart
he says yes to what he loves
he says no to the teacher …” 

(Jacques Prévert, The Dunce)

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one times ten is
five fields of flowers

two times nine is
seven blue skies

three times eight is
one thousand and one Nights

four times seven is
forty rainbows

five times six is
one ocean more

six times five is
two trees under the full Moon

seven times four is
thousands of honeybees

eight times three is
sixty rhymes with glee

and nine times two is
one hundred ways to stay

a child bad at maths
but good at poetry

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: The Dunce
(Harold Copping, 1886)

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

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

It’s not only children of Autumn
who can make a bouquet of Memories
and write a November poem.

When the wind calmed down
I went to the garden.
I started by collecting
burnt orange and red leaves.
I pressed them between
the yellowed pages of an old dictionary.
I watched the trees,
I gazed at the Moon
and I thought of you.
I did not wait very long.
Then I put my ear
to the book.

BEAUTY
was the first word
that came to me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Autumn Leaves
(Georgia O’Keeffe, 1924)

Slow lights
on the bare mountains,
scattered white villages
unknown roads,

invisible bridges,
floating clouds,
time suspended,
wild dreams in the wind.

The Infinite does not reveal
all its secrets at once
but if you understand
the language of stars

and finally dare
to let your heart talk
you’ll certainly find
the most important one.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Terre Promise © 2018– F.G.M.

I am a fallen angel.
In Heaven
I had a good job.
I was a gardener.

But I killed snails
and God fired me.
“They eat flowers!”
I said, but God replied

“That’s no excuse!”

Since that time
I’ve crawled around
the wide world
with my broken shell

and gardens after the rain
are the only place
where I can find
peace.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

How nice to stand
in the morning light
as the oak leaves turn gold
and life comes to an end.

How nice to be
followed by a bird
when silence meets
Silence.

How nice to see
through the Veil space and time
surprisingly intertwined
with one another.

The Eye and the World.
The Beauty of Autumn.
Consciousness. Endlessness.
Emptiness.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: the Messenger of Autumn
(Paul Klee, 1922)