Paper Birds

How much do words weigh?
Will Summer find its way?
Could paper birds teach me
the art of asking the right questions?

Someone left the window open
and the Door ajar.
The stars shine over the hawthorn hedge.
The Night brings a wealth of knowledge.

I let the paper birds fly away.
Happiness takes patience.
When they come home,
they will bring me answers.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Motherland

lava scree
dragon-tree

wall mural
red coral

sienna powder
pumice sand

birds and boats
winds and wings

and the Sun
and the Stars

I’m the child
from Nowhere

I love you
Motherland

my home is
Elsewhere

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Une île sur un mur © 2019– F.G.M.

New Year’s Resolutions

I will tell the stars
how beautiful they are
in the Night Sky.

I will thank the Moon
for making children’s dreams
definitely possible.

In a world of misery
I will try to speak
the language of poetry,

and if I can’t keep my
new year’s resolutions
I will take a nap

under the Living Tree
then I will smile gently
to the Summer clouds.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: The Future of Statues
(René Magritte, 1937)

Poetic Multiplication Table

“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)

A Christmas Tale

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

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