MENDED STARS, the poetic journey of two friends who learned that true friendship and love is more powerful than anger, hurt and pride. Once they were BROKEN STARS but found each other again and became even closer. Poems of friendship and love.
My name is Susan Joyner-Stumpf. I have been writing since the age of eight. It started off as an escape mechanism for me, as I was suffering from Childhood abuse. After a while, and after winning every Creative Writing Contest I entered at such an early age, I began to have a passion for writing and thus have never stopped.
Though the poetry in this book is not strictly on the subject of wolves but more a variety of other subject matters, I still thought, due to the book's title, and in celebration of 16 years of graphic creations with my graphic art handle being SonnetWolf Designz, that it would be the best book scenario to showcase many of my graphic art pieces created with wolves in mind. I hope you enjoy my poetry as well as my graphics. Again, though most are of wolves, some are specific to the poem they accompany. Thank you for sharing my poetic and artistic journey as I bare my heart and Soul in THE SONNET WOLF DIARIES.
Deborah Brooks Langford and Susan Joyner-Stumpf have come together yet again for a co-write straight from their heart to YOURS, filled with pages of images and words to delight each palate of taste, from memories to emotions.
When stars collide, they can create the most beautiful music poetry has to offer follow the continuing journey of two of those stars who found Love and SISTERHOOD in a world where a falling star can also be a RISING star of true friendship at its cosmic best.
This poetry book is about all the love the Women of Passion have for each other. We thought about it and decided let's put together another book for the Women of Reflection. These are the original Women from all different countries plus two from the Americas. May our love and friendship be reflected in our words, our gift, TO YOU !!!
The sun goes down And darkness creeps in Shadows begin to dance as One shadow slinks slowly against my face This listening poet that I am Blending into the hues of time The sounds of the river host my being I climb on board and hoist my sails The gentle rocking of the waves Makes me drunk on words to come Along the wings of Sky River.