I don’t write poems.
Primroses and the sky
do the hard work.

I don’t need a silver pen,
but I treasure words like Spring
and I listen to the shy wren.

Then I sit under the Tree
that grows from light to light
and the bird tells me

how not to describe
how not to be a poet
just how to sing in tune.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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rain makers, old dreamers
bird watchers needing to know

we come from an island
not far beyond the sea

we are shades of blue and gold
brush strokes by Gauguin

and we are going to
the land of the Living

a world in a grain of sand
so very close at hand

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?Right part of the painting (Paul Gauguin, 1897-1898)

Go where ferns shiver with delight
and walk among the trees
until you hear their verdant breath.

Trees can read your mind.
Trees all share their dreams.
Choose the One who chooses you.

Encircle your tree with your arms,
then gently press your cheek
to its rough trunk.

Your heart beats.
So does the heartwood.
Stop questioning!

All is understood.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Gothic Forest (Eyvind Earle, 1980)

“Verily, verily, I am blue!”
a yellow flower said
“…and whoever believes in me will be given
a glimpse of the true nature of things.”

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This was certainly
a butterfly’s dream,
but things are never as they seem
and dreams give us rainbow wings.

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O wise wild Flowers,
erudite Mentors,
Keepers of the hidden Hour:
why do we not trust you?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Fleur jaune © 2018 – F.G.M.

In the still of the Night
I think I heard the sound of light.

Somewhere by the sea of Tranquility
my soul’s shadow surfed the White Wave

and I tried to write a wordless poem,
but I could not.

Nothingness is a nameless Sanctuary:
Silence belongs to God.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: the White Wave (Eyvind Earle)

I tried to think like a bird
and found a way
to go through
the Ivy-Covered Wall.

I painted a cloudless sky
and wrote in the air
the Word
transparency.

Now you have gone through
the Ivy-Covered Wall
you can see there was
no wall at all.

The world is One,
you were the limit,
the Light loves ivy
and the bird broke free!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Mur de lierre © 2017 – F.G.M.

Born on the Second Day
from a starless vault,
they waited patiently
for your first heartbeat.

Though they were huge
and blue
they were not complete
without you.

Night Skies
gave you Life
and filled your eyes
with sparkles of light

so that you can
fill the sky with stars
and give the world
a little more Love.

© Frédéric Georges Martin