SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

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?

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A RIVER’S DREAM

Would even a River remember me?

In its lunar lullaby…

Awaken sleepy laterals,

Advance couplets in my solemn intuitiveness.

There are ways you could not wonder

But…

To untapped wisdom’s syllabic remains,

Hypnotic tones of meandering swells,

Plant their waves across my atrium

In harmonic cylinders

Of fragrant euphoria.

I will blend the allegories of my liquid contours

That… they may flow to upper regions

Of restive solitude…

So that all rills,

Inside my own chord,

Shall never be erased!

Can I be impenetrable mortar

To a Brick’s sonar loneliness?!?

One luster less

Than a single star’s amnesia…

Not a hard light’s fall

From familiar grace.

Passing through this tangent of self

I see my lifetimes

As prophetic glass disperse Prism-sweep

Of creative motifs

THAT, define my essence!

Not my drowned-diminish…

Give me significance

In Nereida’s eye,

That her tears remind a River,

That I once… flowed…

From its aqueous lung!...

For which now,

Only its cognizance of ME

Breathes….

_____

•Greek: Nereida "Sea nymph"

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ETERNAL BEQUEATHMENT

Feed me wind

Long sips of poetic space

Paint heirloom calligraphies

Of the evening’s burnt mahogany

Simulated autobiographies

Of constellations that know our names

But not our idiosyncrasies

Flow-realm stream-bots

Of synchronized time capsules

Where I can choose a moment

From the vacuum of space

And re-live its fond luminosity

Rock me like a baby

In infantile replete

Satisfy the tortures so they

Can finally disintegrate

Each tear ~ may it bleed

In another realm as garden rain

Shower me not with painful distance

But sweet vicinity

So that love will always find me!

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SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

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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 three 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.