I am the clock without hands
the murky water of the River Lethe
the suspension bridge that has
neither beginning nor end

yesterday
I will be
tomorrow
I was

in very truth
I am not
for I am
the Unreality of Time

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Black Marble Clock (detail)
(Cézanne, c1870)

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Iron Mask

Faceless witnesses
lost in a sad masquerade
we all have to wear
an iron mask,

but there’s no reason
to hide our weaknesses,
they only are
our future strengths.

Let’s open our eyes
we’ll see a flower Garden!
Naked children of the Sky
always go to Heaven!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Festival des Jardins de Chaumont © 2014 – F.G.M.

Fureteventura

Absolutely no one
believed the dream fisher
when he told people about stars
floating on crystal clear waters,
turquoise waves of light,
and bright constellations
that had obviously survived the Night,
yet everything he said was

absolutely true.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Reflets sur la Mer, Fuerteventura © 2016 – F.G.M.

Quiet evening under the rain.
Promise of brighter mornings.
It won’t be long before swifts
fly in the sky again.

The garden is teaching
and I am learning
in the arms of Summer
three lessons in lightness.

Silent stars. Silent truth. Silent God.
The longest Day always gives more
than the shortest Night received.

Summer Soltice.
This is the same way Love extends
through Time and over all the world.

© Frédéric Georges Martin