Posts Tagged ‘poetry; emotional’

SWEET IGNORANCE

Could I be Lord Byron’s Daughter

Caught up in the perfume of poetry

The kind that permeates the pearled core

Author Susan Joyner-Stumpf

 

 

 

The antebellum of whisked dreams

How our anarchy comes out to play

Among the willows when darkness

Resorts to its open dance and does

The nah-na in dusk’s face

I see an animal

A raccoon, perhaps,

Needle her way to my garbage can

For what crumbs lay rotting in the mesh

And I feel sorry for her

Even though I know an approach

Would warrant a sufficient hiss or

Show of ragged teeth

Oh is madness not a curse

But a blessing instead

An anesthesia against the world

As we know it

And perhaps I’m Emily Dickinson’s

Lost long heir, or some other entity

Of importance

For that’s what I tell my ego

When the perfume fades to stale memory

Though I still have all this inside to

Release like molten lava to an audience

Not fond of Poetry as we share it

Yet tolerant of me, so they listen

I become that bubble

Floating high where hurtness can’t reach

And force me to crawl into myself

That bubble any moment to disperse

In those waves of sun glare

But I’m totally unaware

Death reeks on the horizon.

Madness is bliss.

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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

Author Susan Joyner-Stumpf

BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

Sullen path

I’ve tasted your dusty disaster

Contrived your tired lust

Gave up heels that swam in circles

Because destination did not exist

Save the winds from terrible laughter

It’s our eyes that suffer first

Vision turned like a reckless dial until

We find a view worth listening to.

Have we met yet

Sinkage where the road crumbles

To scattered shale and bone

Where, if we look real hard,

We might see ghosts

Of our ancestors’ footprints

Imbedded in grains of granite

Shadows mixed with an arroyo of sorrows

Fleeting thoughts of clay torn sweetly west

Across everfading and lofty meadows.

No chum here

For the starving road fork

No acoustic left to reverberate

Feed the silent whimper

Pick your poisons carefully

All that was narrow now widened

With bulimic planks

The soft has finally married its polar counterstone

And counts its blessings threefold.

It won’t be the first time

You found emptiness welcoming

Consider those days something

Lead you thicker into seductive evil

And there you settled nicely

Thinking to yourself, At least I’m breathing

And reading death quotes of a sadist

In a morning drenched with moth light

As you swallow last remnants

Of  beautiful disaster.

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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

Thirst that could not be given any other name

A surprise even for saturated lichen

To make its move on wounded alders

That spoke less of fortitude

More of purity from casualty

Shedding leaves like bad habits

Only the possum knows its limits

How far hatred could slime it

A blot on the mind warp

Crimson tremors left shackled

Until even oil resurfaces

Like dreams yet to be forgiven

There is madness in the overtouch

A right saved only for virgin fuselage

Nearing the end of Nirvana

Do we seek shelter from sheer likeness

Of what golden stillness we used to be

Before inertia got bored of us

And left with our soulboots still singing

Oh ~ ~  the sweet sound of abused nectar

And yet we continue making love

To shadows who only whisper

Our ancient, forgotten demise

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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

Fatal Oblivion

 

A morning

remembered only

for its damask entry

a velvet touch

along hemlined

quasi-dream.

 

This leisure waking state

nebulous of prism-light

golden-stillness enfolding

a noncommittal fog

of half-twilight, sinking.

 

Shadows flit then tease

broken, seeking form

from invisible placenta-thought

retinas thrust inside blindness

external visions impaired,

neatly aborted ~

fatal oblivion.

 

Memory, snow blanketed

with intermittent waves

of fire and cold

tug from quiescent core

weeping through

fabrics of mortal reluctance.

 

It’s at this moment

we are most vulnerable

abandoned even in love.

Your arms wrapped snugly

around me feel a distant

world away.

 

As you kiss the air between us,

all realism asunder,

bent in the coil of an

arctic caress,

my lips acknowledge

a measure of unspeakable hunger,

the first light rays

of unintended emptiness.

 

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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

NO CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE

Nothing will ever compare

To that tremor,

That fragile, dripping quiver

Reluctantly from

Your shadowy lip,

Burning, for now,

Our goodbyes

Oh Darling!

The fragments of my weeping

Soul as I stood there,

Numb as sunlight

Caught trapped in the pulled

Shades, struggling despite

Incredible odds

To remain strong, steadfast,

And bright.

So I fall into you limp, a

Ragdoll, pleading,

Begging you,

Please don’t

Go.

“It’s only for a few days…”

The sweet breath

Of your whisper speaks

Into disheveled strands

Of my blonde hair.

The door~

That cursed door

Between us now,

Your suitcase and attaché

In either hand.

I hear the engine

Roar.  That last roar…

Tulips in snow have

Nothing on me.

Their wintry surprise at

Least will thaw.

I stand here frozen now,

A mummy, no

Place to

Go.

Oh Darling!

And then that fatal call,

Telling me you’ll never come home….

The

Horrible accident.

Oh Darling!

 

I still hear your

Words now,

“It’s only for a few days…”

…….And then days turn into a lifetime.

No one ever told me

Waiting for Eternity would

Be so slow…

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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

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!

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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

OREO

WHEN GOD CALLS

 BACK A HORSE, II

The other horses gathered

Around her, as she closed her

Eyes forever……….

Oh God did she hear

The thunder as you called

Her hooves trailing like stardust

Raining down in my eyes

With unspeakable

Glitters of tears

Oh, did she ever look back at me

Galloping as she did

Upwards,

Upwards,

To  your precious pasture

In the sky?

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© Susan Joyner-Stumpf