{"id":2032,"date":"2011-11-23T10:18:47","date_gmt":"2011-11-23T15:18:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/?p=2032"},"modified":"2012-07-15T20:11:23","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T00:11:23","slug":"opal-moon-poems-by-leila-fortier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/opal-moon-poems-by-leila-fortier\/","title":{"rendered":"Opal Moon: Poems by Leila Fortier"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

~Silver Tongue ~ Opal Moon~<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Silver tongue and black tress~ A lock of arms & legs~ Ankles & wrists~
\n<\/em>Slow motion sliding~ Slow colliding~ Still life hard beneath my
\n<\/em>Hands~ My small, eager hands\u2026Your brown and bronze
\n<\/em>Of solid limbs~ Sun brazed sculpture emitting heat~
\n<\/em>Holds heavy the slide of supple skin~ Cheek
\n<\/em>\u00a0To chest~ Mouth to breast~ Grazing into
\n<\/em>Knot and groove~ Silver tongue
\n<\/em>\u00a0Neath opal moon~ Hungry
\n<\/em>Mouths devour our lost
\n<\/em>Forbidden words
\n<\/em>Inhaling dusts
\n<\/em>Of silence
\n<\/em>~~~
\n<\/em>~<\/em><\/p>\n

~The Art of Disappearing~<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

It
\n<\/em>Is within
\n<\/em>Our vanishings
\n<\/em>That we speak the most~
\n<\/em>The inward conversations\u2026This
\n<\/em>Art of disappearing~ My contentment
\n<\/em>Lies within the very act of missing you~
\n<\/em>It is within this exaltation of longing~
\n<\/em>Deep into our waters imaginings~
\n<\/em>The delirious pining over
\n<\/em>Tender unspoken~
\n<\/em>Here, where
\n<\/em>Waters
\n<\/em>\u00a0Part
\n<\/em>Like my
\n<\/em>Thighs wet with
\n<\/em>Waiting~ The notion of
\n<\/em>Delicate tracing~ Thoughts and
\n<\/em>Feelings~ Of what are you touching~
\n<\/em>And who is touching you~ There is no
\n<\/em>Lack of loyalty within our effervescence
\n<\/em>And soft invisible tides~ For vanishing
\n<\/em>Is no calculation~ Our spontaneous
\n<\/em>Rhythm cries within its muted
\n<\/em>Pulse~ Disappearing into
\n<\/em>Exhilaration~ Into
\n<\/em>Milk white
\n<\/em>Silence
\n<\/em>~
\n<\/em>I
\n<\/em>Am
\n<\/em>Merely
\n<\/em>Meditating the
\n<\/em>Next speechless moment~
\n<\/em>I am harvesting the next feast~ Where
\n<\/em>~Each time I return~ I shall pour for you new wine~<\/em><\/p>\n

~Uncertain Eternity~<\/span><\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Cast into endless space where my whispers fall into the spiral void of your
\n<\/em>Backwards heaven~ Your charred meanderings
\n<\/em>Take refuge on my tongue~
\n<\/em>\u00a0I savor this stale
\n<\/em>\u00a0Against my
\n<\/em>Wet ripe
\n<\/em>This
\n<\/em>Salty-sweet
\n<\/em>Washed viscosity~
\n<\/em>None know your reserve like
\n<\/em>The burgundy of my love~ Aged and
\n<\/em>Aging yet timeless to taste~ I drink from
\n<\/em>Your chalice of abstract Truth till I am drunk
\n<\/em>With possibility and absent of rhyme and reason
\n<\/em>Stumbling and tumbling upon your white cottoned
\n<\/em>Breath~ To your dew strung misty morn~ I slumber
\n<\/em>In this spin~ Head throbbing in your absence like
\n<\/em>A sledging hangover~ Awaiting the silent invite of
\n<\/em>Your next communion~ The abundance of your
\n<\/em>Overflowing empty\u2026Yet all the while this
\n<\/em>Aftertaste of your uncertain
\n<\/em>Eternity remains<\/em><\/p>\n

~Undefined Ecstasy~<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

And
\n<\/em>Then came
\n<\/em>The pang of your
\n<\/em>Absence\u2026I wanted this,
\n<\/em>Did I not? To wrestle in the void
\n<\/em>Where your arms could not reach me~
\n<\/em>I wanted to be wasted on my single breath
\n<\/em>Seeking the tongue that licks a fresh page~ I
\n<\/em>Longed to wander desperately lost~ To plead
\n<\/em>With you in silence~ Telepathic conversations
\n<\/em>Do not stop knowing me, love\u2026Oh\u2019 cease
\n<\/em>Not knowing me in this sea of the
\n<\/em>Unexplained~ For death
\n<\/em>Always comes
\n<\/em>With the
\n<\/em>Blow
\n<\/em>Of
\n<\/em>Explanations
\n<\/em>We unspool ourselves from
\n<\/em>Unanswerable questions~ Knowing we
\n<\/em>Must lose ourselves to find one another~ In perpetual
\n<\/em>Resurrection we merge~ Into the elucidation of undefined ecstasy~<\/em><\/p>\n

~Vacillate~<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Do
\n<\/em>We not
\n<\/em>Vacillate this
\n<\/em>Way? With frequencies
\n<\/em>And undulations~ Rhythms and
\n<\/em>Crescendos~ Drawn to contrasts of
\n<\/em>Bitter and sweet~ The obvious pinned
\n<\/em>Against the un-obvious~ We swing vine
\n<\/em>To vine from absence to abundance~
\n<\/em>Wringing the essence from
\n<\/em>Ecstasy in sleepless
\n<\/em>States~ We
\n<\/em>Want
\n<\/em>To
\n<\/em>Drink
\n<\/em>Slowly after
\n<\/em>Plunging fast~ Running
\n<\/em>In slow motion~ This is how you
\n<\/em>Always come to me~ Silent amidst the
\n<\/em>Clamor~ Speaking with steady eyes and
\n<\/em>Evaporation~ Making music between
\n<\/em>Our spaces~ I have no care for this
\n<\/em>Circumstantial world~ I was
\n<\/em>Not born from here~
\n<\/em>We burrow
\n<\/em>Into
\n<\/em>The
\n<\/em>Spaces
\n<\/em>Of our creation
\n<\/em>Leaving memory at bay
\n<\/em>Teasing with the tongue of polarity
\n<\/em>~Because there is nothing more delicious than wanting~<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0( And so we vacillate )<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Leila A. Fortier is a poet, artist, and photographer currently residing on the remote island of Okinawa Japan. Her poetry is known to be a unique hybrid form in which her words are specially crafted into abstract visual designs, often accompanied by her own multi-medium forms of art, photography, and spoken performance. Much of her work has been translated into French, Italian, Spanish, Arabic, German, Hindi and Japanese in a rapidly growing project to raise global unity and understanding through the cultural diversity of poetry and literature.<\/p>\n

Her work in all its mediums has been published in a vast array of literary magazines, journals, and reviews both in print and online. She has appeared in several books, anthologies, and freelance publications. In 2007\u2019 she initiated the anthology\u00a0A World of Love: Voices for Carmen\u00a0<\/em>as a benefit against domestic violence and in 2010\u2019 composed a photo book entitled\u00a0Pappankalan, India: Through the Eyes of Children<\/em>\u00a0to benefit the education of impoverished Indian children. She is also the author of\u00a0Metanoia’s Revelation<\/em>\u00a0through\u00a0iUniverse<\/em>.<\/p>\n

A complete listing of her published works can be found at: \u00a0www.leilafortier.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

~Silver Tongue ~ Opal Moon~ Silver tongue and black tress~ A lock of arms & legs~ Ankles & wrists~ Slow motion sliding~ Slow colliding~ Still life hard beneath my Hands~ My small, eager hands\u2026Your brown and bronze Of solid limbs~ Sun brazed sculpture emitting heat~ Holds heavy the slide of supple skin~ Cheek \u00a0To chest~ […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,223,219,199,220],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2032"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2032"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2032\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3231,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2032\/revisions\/3231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2032"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2032"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2032"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}