Vulnerable

Dead rose petals.
Razor-sharp rocks.
Tunnels under the city
and the far sunset.

The sky cries.
Some say it causes
rainbows.
Dreams, I suppose.

It’s a hard
and miserable world
and our hearts are
so vulnerable!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Two roses on a tablecloth (Edouard Manet, c1883)

Failed Poet / Poète raté

It was so presumptuous of me
to think I was able to write
about the beauty of the sunset light!

Still, I wrote my lines in Moonlight.
But no one liked the paper words
I found at Night, after the sun had gone.

Silence is gifted. Silence is enough.
So tomorrow I will throw all my poems
into the great Fire of Dawn,

and when I scatter their ashes
I will tell myself that finally
it’s not so bad to be a failed poet.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Au coucher du soleil la lumière est si belle !
J’ai cru pouvoir le dire. Ce n’était pas la peine.
J’écrivais au clair de lune mais nul n’aima
les mots de papier qu’à la Nuit je trouvais.

Le silence est doué, le silence suffit.

Aussi demain je jetterai mes poèmes
au grand feu de l’aurore
et puis en dispersant leurs cendres
je me dirai que ce n’est pas si grave d’être

un poète raté.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Song for a mourning Heart

She just said a few words
with a gentle smile
as if she wanted to apologize
for being sad and hopeless.

But you had taken an oath!
He reads your closed lips.
He sees the light in you,
and he will give you a sign!

Those we have lost
did not lose us.
Those who are gone
live deeper than we do.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: Girl on a Park Bench (Charle Blackman, 1961)

Wonderful Dream

There is an ocean between us
but the Moon has built
a bridge of light so as we can 
take a step towards one another.

And the stars move
in the silence of the night,
and love grows stronger
despite the distance.

These were the words
that echoed in my heart
after I saw you
in a wonderful dream.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Sound of the Sea

Pebbles roll. Waves sing.
Rumbles enthrall solitary seagulls.

They shout with joy
for Time has stopped.

I stand at the seashore of Memory.
I am not alone.

I am listening
to the Sound of the Sea.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Plage de lumière © 2019– F.G.M.

True Legend

As they had heard
the sad song of two caged birds
lucky stars asked the Night
free them and throw us in jail.

The Night thought
two stars does not make
much difference
and agreed.

That is why
sometimes before the dawn
you can hear such a beautiful
and grateful birdsong.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Caged Stars © 2019– F.G.M.

Magnificent Winter

The Soul is a gold leaf
that dances and crumbles away
as it falls from a tree
on a grey November day.

The Soul is a snowflake
that shines in the white hugeness
under the cold Winter sun
of a magnificent Winter.

The Soul is a bird
that flies in the sky
and can reach for the stars
without waiting for the Night.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Rain Pearls

please
let us look at rain pearls closer
words from the heart are the Heart

and then we’ll see
through tears of light
the beauty of your soul

listen to poetry
paint transparency
write a poem!

© Frédéric Georges Martin