the sky is art paper
a soul is a hand
and words are drawings

God is a watercolorist
you are a Night rainbow
I am a paintbrush mark

Poetry can define
everything
and everyone

but nothing
or no one will ever
define Poetry

© Frédéric Georges Martin

animated calligraphy writing gif

the clear beauty of the sky after the rain
and all these blue-purple things
you cannot really explain

dreams from the heart
wishes of the soul
memories of tomorrow

everything comes true
as soon as it’s
written

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration found here

I’d like to plant a Dream tree
in the garden of lost words,
I know it can reach the sky
then bloom like a lotus.

I will climb up the tree
before jumping into a cloud
and if you throw me a rope
and hold out your hand to me

we’ll spend the Night
gazing at giant stars,
we’ll dance in the blue shade
as Dancers of Light do.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Half-forgotten dreams vapor,
chinese ink, a leaf of silk paper,

songbirds on a Sunday afternoon,
the light from the crescent moon,

one microgram of antimatter,
words of love on a silver platter,

a little heart that bleeds,
a few tree of Life seeds:

a little alchemy,
and so much poetry!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Words arranged
like a flowerbed.
Colors on canvas,
whispers of the soul.

A poem is such
a little thing!
It weighs almost
nothing.

But you are
the Reader
and that means
everything!

© Frédéric Georges Martin