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.
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.
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
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
Our star, the Sun.
One hundred billion stars
in the Milky way, our home galaxy.
One hundred billion galaxies
in the Universe,
and countless universes.
Cosmic Vertigo.
Cosmic harmony.
Cosmic necessity.
We are tiny grains of light
without which
Infinity is not infinite!
© Frédéric Georges Martin
© Frédéric Georges Martin
Alice’s dream within a dream
and the far side of the Moon
and the big blue tree
and a Spark of Love.
A sprig of heather
has fallen from the sky.
What is it called
when you see in the dark?
Shadows in the Night
love the shade of stars.
How is it that they die
each time a child awakens?
© Frédéric Georges Martin
~
Illustration: The Blue Tree (Ernst Ludwig Kirchner)
