Posts Tagged ‘sad; emotional; lions’

Graphic Art by Susan Joyner-Stumpf (© SonnetWolf Designz)

HOOF AND WING

Simple slight of hoof

Beats hard the dust

And carves through

Space with invisible wing

His manner of weeping

To keep me in longing

Parade of brilliance

Fine Ivory horse

Of silken unbridled power

You corral intangible wind

As though your mighty

Royal seed

Nostrils drink of stolen rain

Frightening storms your children

I ache beneath the thunder

Of them that rage beyond

My grasp ~ I sit

Here fused to stone

Tears made of blown glass

Shorn of secrets

The millennia has whispered

With galloping lust

Outside the deafened

Aura of our bloodsouls

Oh ~ cursed are we for

Once to be a mere Human!!!

*•.¸♥♥¸.•*

© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

My Mother’s Piano

I bought my mother

a piano once.

Long ago, she had played

as a young girl growing

up inBaltimore.

I wanted to recapture that

and in her eyes, I think

I did when she stepped

into the living room

and I released the blindfold

for her to see.  She fell into

me and said, “it’s the

best gift I’ve ever received.”

She played, privately at first,

when no other family

member was around.

Her delicate fingers dancing

shyly across the keys

like the touch

on a new lover’s face.

From another room, I listened

as her practices became once

more ~ quite perfect.

She never stopped until

the rheumatoid arthritis set in.

It was after that

the piano sat,

collecting dust for years

until her untimely death.

My dad sold the piano,

and I did not know

until after it was already

gone and there was nothing

he could do to cushion

the blow.

I couldn’t understand why ~

why he gave away

this part of mother we often

times still heard play.

And I don’t think I ever

forgave him.

Not just for giving up

the piano, but most

            for giving up

            my mother’s

               ghost.

© Susan Joyner-Stumpf

CAGED

Pacing.

Restless creature

of the wild.

         We have caged his spirit.

He can growl, but not

to landscapes he roamed.

Only to confined space.

See the glow in his amber eyes,

diminished in their ferocity.

         He is a fading light.

Caged, a noble creature,

once king of his pride.

         Now stripped of pride.

Great tawny beast, massive

creature once knowing free.

         He remembers.

Caged, a prisoner who

has committed no crime

         except to be wild.

Release him, what’s left

of him, to his kind.

         They remember him.

He looks at me.  I understand

a lion’s grief when he looks

away.

         I won’t forget.

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© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf