Love Docket #772415: Case Closed

Or, Enough Of This Emotional Crap! by S.R. Torris

You folks remember when I spoke about the talented friends I have and all the blah blah blah accompanying that declaration, don’t you? Well when you have such talented people in your sphere of influence there is genuine admiration, pride in their talent, and fierce competition!

It’s not that you want to crush and destroy them with your own submissions; you only look to improve yourself when you take a step back and look at the company you keep. I’m on m’toes here people, bobbing and weaving, throwing a few jabs and checking out the view from inside the ring instead of sitting and watching the fight. Good people in your life make you good but the great ones will make you legend.

One of the “greats” is a Ms. Noël Joseé – singer/song writer, transcendentalist, jewelry maker, perhaps soon-to-be lapidary, poet. Mouthful, isn’t it? And I don’t think she’s done. Poet is the thing we’ll focus on today because I dabble with the quatrains every now and again; although the following won’t be very good examples of a quatrain, you get the picture.

Here is her Kung Fu:

As Yet, Untitled
Written by Noël Joseé
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion
Nothing in the world is single
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea-
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

I do not own this image.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And for your consideration, ladies and gentlemen, here is my Kung Fu:

Chanson Du Damné by S.R. Torris
By beach the Ocean whispers
In languages great whales cry.
Near dunes She sent a message
“This too, shall pass ye by.”
‘Twas different from the last time,
Tore walls down from before
A solitary pastime,
Which no one will implore.

Mysteries left unspoken,
No matter the bounty fair,
Ne’er aired upon the open
Down paths toward nowhere.
Hell summons with haughty laughter
At hope I dared to sow
In a kiss meant for another
I am damned, of this I know.

Click image for original blog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OK, I promise, back to our irregularly scheduled cynical program. Hope you enjoyed the reprieve! 😉

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6 thoughts on “Love Docket #772415: Case Closed

  1. Dang it woman, is there nothing you don’t write well? (publish the freaking posts already will ya? So I can brag that I “knew” you before you blew up and became a giant in the literary world)

    • Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah haaaaa! OK, OK already. I’ll publish, I just get summore! And you KNOW who I’m dedicating the published work to because SHEESH! Them Satin Sheets are relentless!

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