NOURRITURE
Mais c’est souvent des terribles naufrages
Que surgissent les plus beaux paysages
Que le voilier sur les rochers se soit écrasé
N’implique pas qu’il soit arrivé malheur au timonier
Quand un cavalier monte un cheval
Il ne mange pas la nourriture
Qu’affectionne sa jolie monture
Des délices plus raffinés sont son régal
La caresse frissonnante du vent astral
Au beau milieu d’une pluie d’étoiles
Le tendre enlacement de la Lumière
Dans un velours de dentellière
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PROVENDER
But from terrible shipwrecks it often is
That the most beautiful landscapes arise
That on the rocks the broken sailboat lists
Misfortune to the helmsman this does not imply
When a rider mounts a horse astride
He does not eat the provender
Of which his mount is fond
But regales himself with delights more refined
The astral wind’s caress shivering
Right in the midst of a rain of stars
Light’s tender intertwining
In a lacemaker’s velvet swath
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*Editor’s Note: I was heartbroken to find Gilles-Marie’s obituary in La Voix du Nord. His pointed, poetic comments and his generous spirit will be deeply missed by everyone who knew him. I am thankful that he left me the archive of his poetry last May and I have chosen to present the work that was previously selected for IPM 2015.
Bonnie McClellan-Broussard 
the admirer
february,
month of love and poetry,
brought our continents,
wide, wild waters away,
together.
from silt of parched sea bed,
my simple words
unleashed a raucous volley
of subtle admirations
and salacious quips.
silent this late winter seems
without your weaving
our two worlds together
in music, magical imaginings
and poetic flirtations.
since our last exchange,
i have mended the screen door,
adopted a dog and a cat,
purchased a miniature, lavender car.
on this sun-drenched afternoon, our “levelland” echoes.