· Posted on by Susan Joyner-Stumpf Tortured Light I am considered a dark poet I am often channeled from spirit animals or people trying to get a message throughahence this explains my often uncanny ability to be able to write on subject matters and. · Tortured Light This light wavers, bends emanates from fading spectrums inside grieving, lifeless winds. It spoke once, a voice of dance and songs, brightness left to diminishing wince now where silence belongs. It felt once, a passion ocean deep, left to embers burning, whirling into cries that cannot weep. It saw once, the rays of. Susan is an incredibly talented author and Tortured Light showcases that in a big way. Don't let the title fool you. You will not be tortured. If you haven't yet dived into Tortured Light take the plunge. You will not be left disappointed. I wasn't!3/5(4).
Written by Susan Joyner-Stumpf of Penrose, Colorado, United States, short story 'THE CHRISTMAS FORGIVENESS WAS WRAPPED' is listed as Fiction under Short stories for Adults in the theme of Love stories / Romance stories, with the chosen subject of Death / Heartbreak / Loss. Publisher: Susan Joyner Stumpf Janu Coyote Creek Tales is a children's chapter book with 4 stories about animals that survived great odds to live and even become champions. Dreaming White Horses ~ Poetry Book by Susan Joyner-Stumpf. 17 likes. My First Published Book. Jump to. Sections of this page. Accessibility Help. Press alt + / to open this menu. Facebook. Email or Phone: Tortured Light - Poetry Book by Susan Joyner-Stumpf. Grief Shards and Other Remains ~ Poetry Book by Susan Joyner-Stumpf.
This is the title poem for my second book now on the market, "Tortured Light." Tortured Light (When first shown the darkness, I realized then I had known it forever. For its chord vibrated within me like the strings of a violin, and I wept with it. In its all-wavering vast devour of my fragile, melancholy brilliance, so I found myself for always a beacon of Tortured Light.) ~ Susan Joyner-Stumpf This light wavers, bends. Tortured Light This light wavers, bends emanates from fading spectrums inside grieving, lifeless winds. It spoke once, a voice of dance and songs, brightness left to diminishing wince now where silence belongs. It felt once, a passion ocean deep, left to embers burning, whirling into cries that cannot weep. It saw once, the rays of. Posted on by Susan Joyner-Stumpf Tortured Light I am considered a dark poet I am often channeled from spirit animals or people trying to get a message throughahence this explains my often uncanny ability to be able to write on subject matters and.
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