Monday, April 4, 2011

Come Monday...Chris Mousseau

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Chris Mousseau is the kind of woman that is generally despised (if not downright hated) far too often by those of the fairer sex. For aside from being not hard to look at in any way, shape or form, she can wax poetic with the best of them. The following serves as a fine example.

Contentment’s Device
Chris Mousseau
Surprises stir amidst the darkest room
Budded core ignites this precious bloom
Surrendered passion evolves the night
Simplistic pleasures brought true delight

Gifted glory, a glimpse of paradise
Mission to succumb contentment’s device

Mysterious presence appeases the mind
Unspoken truths searches to find
Bewildered expression with recognized release
Accepting events gracious with peach

Doesn’t it remind you of the ending of The Moody Blues’ Nights In White Satin? It does me.

Breathe deep in the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another days useless energy’s spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
And we decide which is right
And which is an illusion

Well, even if it doesn’t, be assured that both came from the same the Author. Moreover, both came from first-hand experiences.

No, life in this world has not always been kind to the lovely and talented Ms. Mousseau. For she has had to endure some intensely painful times, which are put on display for all to feel at her [Poetry Through The Years] site.

Therefore, if you are of a mind to despise her very good looks and great talent, please don’t. If anything, she should be celebrated. For it takes a great deal of courage to put your pain out there, and I hope she will help you as much with your own healing process as she has mine.

Chris Mousseau
Untouched souls want to men
What broken hearts shall defend

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  1. what's to despise? She should be admired for her gift with words.

  2. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! I am quite sure that she will be most grateful for your support. Maybe I just spent too much time in places where a woman as good-looking as her would be immediately met with scowls from the other ladies around, and smoke would undoubtedly start pouring out of their ears when they started hearing about how immensely talented she was. I hope you and Duke like her other poems.


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