Thursday, September 24, 2020

Beyond the Voices...#7

 




Black Gallows…


Is it a dream that I  feel free among the cool woodland

foliage,  The river murmurs to me of desire as with Pan and

Dionysus in the Greek satyrs.  It is pleasures that they bring,

like dragonflies threading through the woods to sing.

 

In the wine of daylight willows shiver and quiver along the

long black river.  In the evening the breeze delights the

earth, before the hell-red sky disappears with the setting

sun.  I no longer felt myself as shadow flowers gleaming in the

scented twilight.

 

The black gallows moaned near the calm black water, its

scaffolding embroidered with black moss and the silence

of my eternal voice sounded endless as…I hung there.


©2020.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree


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Saturday, September 5, 2020

Asterial Thoughts...#6

 


Asterial Thoughts is a journey into my life as a poet, a life of fear and thought.


#MentalHealth #Depression #Sadness #Spirit #Anger #Children #Despair #Sorrow #Grief #Death #Loneliness




Tuesday, September 1, 2020

A Sachet of Poetry....#5

 


A collection of poetry created from tiny fabrics of life. These poems characterize the thoughts of innocence sold into a false world of adoration. Living in silence, God did not keep this innocence from hell, and death would be a long way off and life was between the now and then. Ahead lay sacrifice, pain, and suffering. Life should be fruitful; the human life produces scenes of public, private distress and anger springs forth with hate and blood. Mortally led to the mysterious world of knowing the fist is not love, it is the slaughter of innocence. Innocence institutionalized because of disobedience, failing to comply with and act upon the orders of their controller, the answer asylum. Reality embedded within the soul of innocence, no future, no meaning to life. Innocence in truth wants and dreams of death; these are the true aspirations of the abused. Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – Collections of Exposé Poetry are coffee table books 8X11 that will display well in any area. The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book, the reader will find soul poetry. A length pleasing to browse read one or more; find a connection, a meaning, and a purpose in each poem. These collections of poetry are filled with inspiring thoughts and reassuring words with a factual viewpoint on the many experiences in the life of the poet. Each collection serves as a prevailing reminder that life is complex. That happiness is in our hands alone; that the fear of unhappiness is deep-rooted in the spirit and soul. That depression and despair are real and each individual must find the freedom of mind, body, and soul to move forward in their life. Each poem has been created from the fabric of a patchwork life, complex, stress-filled, finding enlightenment, and cultivating wisdom. Anyone who will open their mind is free to pursue insight, to find their own nirvana. This collection of thoughts brings the reader along on the multifaceted journey of the poet’s experiences throughout life.

#Mental Health, #Depression, #Sadness, #Spirit, #Anger, #Memoir, #Bipolar, #Schizophrenia, #Children, #Despair, #Sorrow, #Grief, #Death, #Suicide, #Unhappiness

Monday, August 31, 2020

Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts...#4

 

I was walking down a dusty road toward Flint Creek. I sat on the bridge, muddy water rushing twenty feet below. I slid with ease off the rough planks into the creek.


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