******OUR POETRY ARCHIVE******: SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

Friday, September 1, 2017

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

STIRRINGS

Come dance with me

In tenor plumes of our ripened apprise

Ventral yearnings fingering along

Crystal cascades of shy desires

Kiss me in the allegro of unwritten dreams

That love shall spell its own cabriole surprise

In our falsetto hearts that ascent to pristine skies.

Hold me ~ between our Souls’ wanderlust . . .

That the timbre of our embrace chant

From all longings we unadmittedly seduced

Hypnotizing touch . . . Fraction of your

Electric-caressing-sting . . . That velvetizes

Seepings of aching rust.

Arcs of whimsical rapture ~ assemble’ of

Jeweled pleasures that stir our amaze

To swelled repose; titillate my senses

To nudge at timid stars in cosmic stillness

Are thus all timeless passions

Memorized … and . . . measured . . .?

Stirrings . . . Stirrings . . .

There is no ending to the searing gaze

In your eyes reflecting us ~ pulsing with a

Paroxysmic Sun! We’ve only to hold this singular

Moment within our mortal blink …. Oh, my love:

Hath now . . . Eternity just begun?

DARWIN’S KISS

There are portals in my eyes

Can you enter?

First you must align your resonance

Remember Helios

Thunder swallowed in the sublime abyss

Your mortal cry a blip in a deaf star’s ear

You are fluttering between bone and hieroglyphics

When Saturn’s Rings were babies

Now love is not just around you

It emanates from inside you, peering out

With the infant grasp of virgin touch

As though left imploded from Darwin’s kiss

Touching quasi-darkness-people who

Have lost their empyrean eyes

It’s now your divinity to save them

To heal the wounded child, within

Listen to its abysmal cries

Be a mortar in the crumbling brick, that

Edifice once sadder than frozen space

Unlock Geometry from its spatial residence

Release those who clung to your robes

For it is they who forgot to love your Soul

Walk with me now this celestial road

Paved with memories you don’t yet have

Wings in your pocket have grown dusty and cold

Don’t look back at youth’s frivolous atmosphere

It is a fire you can’t afford

Feel the shift on the cusp of Thor’s wind:

We are infinity beginning all over again!

ICARUS KNEW YOU HAD WINGS

Between the worlds we alter

I step gently between the footfalls

Of your insolubleness

Assure the alignment is aureole

Tangent collision of our lattice

Not linear degree of its quintessential daydream

Wake up sleepy star

Eternity waits for your chiseled smile

You are remembered in God’s eye

As your own cosmic ether

Lay down the old skin

You will not miss your bones

A new flight takes hold, in Zen

You are as ancient as stones

Written in poems before the thought

Even Icarus1 knew you had wings

Against the cells’ resistance

Metamorphous settles gemstone resolve

Cataclysmic apertures coincide

Refuse the prize of a veiled fever

Sorrow regrets its burning placenta

No room to soothe a jealous fury

Lick the flames of fire’s demise

No Hades now can steal your rapture

Rejuvenate destiny’s Olympian desire

Inside the world’s pooled harbor

It is all unholiness that we shatter.

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1 In Greek mythology, Icarus (the Latin spelling, conventionally adopted in English; Ancient Greek: Ἴκαρος, Íkaros, Etruscan: Vikare[1]) is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus. Often depicted in art, Icarus and his father attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax.

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF is originally from New Orleans and now calls the Colorado Rockies her home with her husband and menagerie of animal friends. She has been writing since the age of seven. It started off as an escape mechanism for Susan, for she was suffering from Childhood Abuse. After a while, it became a passion, and after 37 published books and still counting, and appearing in over 20 United States AND International Anthologies, the rest is history. Susan started her own Publishing Company two and a half years ago called WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS, having made her best friend, Deborah Brooks Langford, as Vice-President and Marketing Director. Together, Deb and Susan are also starting up their own Live Blog Radio Show on Red River Radio Station called RHYTHM AND MUSE INTERVIEWS. Also, they’ve extended the services of WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS to include a monthly magazine entitled WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MONTHLY MAGAZINE, which is doing quite well. Susan feels that her writing career, spanning over MORE than half her life span thus far, has been a life-long journey of pleasure and pain into that great Unknown. She writes to help herself as well as to help others heal. It is Susan’s humble objective to keep the Arts alive as well as to help her readers find oneness in a driven, stressful world strewn with bits and pieces.