Cornered bedlam

Does even hope’s sharp-edged shrapnel

sleep its dusty milestones away

Much less live here anymore

Beside those beautiful yet fallen stars

The ones that burn down battles

In our Heart

Of want and tears


Scope of pierce

Outrage of silent scream

Crippled memory to faltering aorta

Spilled like nuggets of hardened courage


Are we all to blame for the gold that is lost

In each of us exists the lava of molten dreams

Cursed for the sword of reckoning it bleeds

Stabbing through sinew and bone


I hear you across channels of ancient mist

No avalanche can freeze such driven lust

No tundra’s stillness can out-vast

Your lips devoid of stolen kiss


Only the less of me, now dismantled,

Dying distant from your fumbling arms

And so afraid that even eternity is not


Near long enough to bury what is

Left of us both in the same space

That ate our fragile glory into the abyss.



© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

  1. debbiebrooks37 says:

    Wow Susan another wonderful extremely beautiful and deep poem. You are amazing. and extremely deep.
    Happy New Year sweet friend

  2. Hi Deb. Yeah, it’s sorda a sad poem about two soldiers in love and she dies in one area, and he’s dying in another place further away, and somehow, they are both aware of each other’s passing because they are so connected.

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