Torn-up letters of disdain.
Manuscripts thrown in the bin.
You say you are sorry.

But it is no so easy.
And I must close the book
on printed rainbows.

Raindrop words will never find
their place in the sun.
I give up. You have won.

Success will never come.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Book
(Juan Gris, 1913)

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

One swallow
will make a summer
but one sparrow
has died in winter.

How brave the bird was!
How poor poets are!
Never ask them to justify
their dreams of flying.

That is unfair.
How could they explain
words
fallen from the sky?

© Frédéric Georges Martin