Posts Tagged ‘Poems’

Trajectory

What spoon of withered white

Cast its shadow high and still

Left with frozen regret

Merely invisibleness left to mourn

Stark the gifted glare

Trajectory of bleeding air

Satin spins its weathered tear

Kiss of infamy

Passion slips into sleep, re-thorned.

Oh how we tremble

When loneliness taps

That heartless door

Chaos hums with bruised light

Faint of darkness sweet

Eerie taste of sullen echoes

That weeps out stars tonight.

Spill out a new but crusted dawn

Eyes close to the brilliant hues

Yet what loins gave up their fiery fight

Its comet shackled in frozen flight

To speak your unloved name, alas

Not of an airy voice divine

That made you an orphan again!

*•.¸♥♥¸.•*

© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

FOR ALL LIVING THINGS FOUND

IN DUMP HEAPS

 

 

Who thought not

enough of you

 

to feel the thickness

of their own blood-black Soul

 

its drip

down icy stems of poisoned leaves

left to gasp and wither

in the acrid air.

 

Anything

 

anything at all

that loved you once

 

remembers your unconditional    gleeful

wag

 

or

 

if human,

 

the beautiful way you smiled to everyone

in the face of tragedy or un-Godly betrayal.

 

Both ~ ~

With your infinite

and insatiable

impulse to always forgive . . .

 

Both ~ ~

Could not have known

 

you were soon to

outwardly face head-on

the opposite side of the coin

as evil winked in.

 

For all living things found

in dump heaps

 

I think you go to a special place

 

a place where Monarch butterflies

fly from the juicy ripeness and sweetness

of your lips

 

where song-birds speak for you

as though coming from

your own throat

 

where a million wild flowers

bloom inside

your brilliant heart.

 

© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

 

GOD ON SPEED DIAL

 

God, I need you now,

can you visit

for just

a

while?

If I could, I’d fax

or email you

every day.

I’d put you

on speed

dial.

I would turn around

and you’d be

standing there,

and with your

ethereal

fingers,

you’d delete away

all broken

songs, paste

in its place

all

anew.

Oh I know my

prayers have been

many; maybe some

even

funny.

But something tells

me you never

laughed, that you

hear each one ~

and for all

those not yet

answered,

they’re in the

download

process of

being

done.

The dreams ~ the

many starry dreams

I’ve so longed for…

forgetting to enjoy

the one

I’m

in.

The one you gave

me unconditionally,

this immortal

gift of

life I already

live

in.

Are we in your browser,

Heavenly Father,

as you scan and

Google this expanse

of universe

and intangible

stars

for our faint

breaths infinitely

dear and

needing

you?

I hear your golden

Trumpet voice

splice the white noise

that hides in

the plasma

radio.

Will you ride in

on the beautiful

white stallion

Gabriel who

was my

first

horse?

God, I know that

each and everyone

of us is

in your

Favorites.

It is us

that accidently

step away,

erase your

divine

Profile.

It is YOU, O’Lord,

as the

Bible proclaims,

that restoreth

our lost

and wanton

Souls.

God, I need you

now, yesterday

is too

late.

Besides, I’ve lost

my phone and

all its

apps and contacts.

Thank goodness your

stigmatic-number

is imprinted

upon

my

forgiven

heart.

*•.¸♥♥¸.•*

© Susan Joyner-Stumpf