The Sign

The island was shrouded in mist.
The sea was calm and I sailed
as if guided by Dolphins and Spirits.

I walked along the pristine beach
and the winding path,
I asked well-known birds for a Sign.

The fog did not lift, the Spirits said nothing
but even before I reached the Painter’s house
I was given a bunch of flowers.

Gorse in bloom, bramble flowers
and dried ferns,
beautiful present from the Heath

that still comforts my heart.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Bouquet Champêtre, îles Chausey © 2017– F.G.M.

The Light of September

Today I saw
tall trees in the forest
standing proudly
like kings of kingdoms

unseen.

Today I heard children
still unaware of Time
celebrating a birthday
and I thought about

Life and Death.

Today I kept watching
a hungry chickadee,
I dreamed of the Sea,
I breathed the Light of September,

and that just made my day.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Forêt en Septembre © 2017– F.G.M.

The Princess

sketch-for-a-mermaid

She breathes
and sailors smile or worry,
She sings
and mermaids dream or cry.

She poses,
and painters do their best.
Then she disappears after
she sprinkled stardust in their eyes.

She sometimes wears
a wedding veil
but every man knows
she will never marry

for she is
the King’s mistress.
The Sea.
Princess of the seeking Souls.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Sketch For A Mermaid
(John William Waterhouse, 1892)

Voile sur l’horizon / Sail on the horizon

a-boat

une barque de pêcheur
abandonnée à la mer

voile sur l’horizon
caressée par le vent
guidée par les étoiles
emportée par les vagues

c’est ainsi que je la vois
ma dernière demeure

~

a small fishing boat
given to the sea

sail on the horizon
caressed by the wind
guided by the stars
carried away by the waves

this is how I see
my last resting place

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: A Boat
Odilon Redon (1840-1916)

The Secret of the Sea

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They walked without any precise goal
and were guided through the right steps.

They asked no question
and got many Answers.

They could easily read the Message
because they gave up breaking the Bottle.

That is how Pilgrims of Silence
cracked the Secret of the Sea.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Playa de Cofete (Fuerteventura) © 2016 – F.G.M.

The Great Wheel

The Great Wheel

Wahoo!
We almost flew!
And the Wheel turns,
and the Heart learns.

It’s been real!
The ride does not last long,
I must admit
what stars knew all along.

Nothing lasts!
the low Tide said,
but for that moment
in the realm of the Sunset Bird,

I know waves will ever sing
the Song without any word
and the Great Wheel
will never stop spinning.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Grande roue sur la côte (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

Le cœur immense

Monet, Sea Study

Je suis venu te voir
sans bien savoir
ni ce que tu es
ni quoi te demander,

la lune
le rayon d’une étoile
les mots d’une chanson
l’inspiration,

la mer
les couleurs qu’elle invente,
nuages oranges
passage d’un ange,

et je suis reparti,
un peu fou, un peu ivre,
le cœur immense
et rempli de silences.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration : Sea Study, Monet (1881)

Forgotten Sandcastles

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Starfishes
or silver shells,
sea glass pebbles,
blue-green diamonds.

A lost dolphin’s dream,
an angel walking on water,
or maybe the key that opens
all forgotten sandcastles.

Will we ever know
what a child
running on the beach
is looking for?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Enfant sur une plage des Landes (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

Seaside To-Do List

  1. get off the beaten track
  2. tiptoe along the basalt cliff
  3. talk to the seagulls, listen to the waves
  4. breathe deep the beauty of words like azure
  5. play in the salty wind (and laugh if people laugh at you)
  6. watch the sunset (without forgetting anything)
  7. never lose hope of seeing the green ray
  8. don’t try counting stars, mimic the Moon
  9. watch the Night (she never keeps Secrets for long)
  10. stay a child, and build many sand castles
  11. walk barefoot on the beach
  12. become either the dawn or mute poetry
  13. then and only then ask the Ocean

“how old is my soul?”

© Frédéric Georges Martin