Leila Fortier’s poems are visual both on the page and on the tongue. Here she gives us a different poem in structure from her last (Tendril), but the flow of imagery is as artistic as her visual art.
Love Is:
By Leila Fortier
The embodiment of all that is said within silence~Filling emptiness with abundant spaciousness~A divine collective madness~Tireless in the extreme of every waking emotion~Asleep to the logic of the world~Love need not be spoken for it is inwardly heard~Love is a naked wandering~Lost on a chartless territory with pinpointed intention~Love is the abandonment of expectation that clings to life and welcomes death … Within a single breath~Love is but One moment suspended in a spiraling eternity~Defiant to the confined structures of time and reality~Love is a bone breaking, soul splitting shattering into a seamless synergy~A mindless matterless matter … Love is blind because it does not need to see … To justify or truly believe~Love invents the colors on the palette of emotion we perceive~Love is the You that has become the essence of me …
Very well said. I love the last line.
A magnificant awakening moment about what should be considered, expected, and exchanged in loving hearts.
What rubbish. This is not poetry but an insult to poetry. Nothing here but words.