Altered Senses…
Existence, scene after scene, characteristic of life’s
environment, and promises that reveal nothing,
the past descends like rain from the sky, washing
away all dreams. Phantoms of youth chanting
within the soul, paths blocked; evil has spread
across the landscape of a lifetime. Loneliness
limits love and happiness; boundaries slow
down the process of moving into the future
shrouded with abundant solitude from where
there is no escape. Rethink the future!
©2019.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree
Lost Little Girl…
I do not know if you are alive or dead.
I see your face your voice never
forgotten.
The sun does not rise in the morning, nor
fade into the west without a thought of you.
I mourn, nights are sleepless and morning
eyes fill with fire.
No one more cherished, more loved, my
heart bears scars of torture. Where are you
my lost little girl?
A collection of personal poetry. 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 is 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.
A beautifully poetic piece Elizabeth, love these words…
“Phantoms of youth chanting
within the soul, paths blocked”
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Wow! you’ve been prolific. Very impressive
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I am in Rehab…a captive audience. Working on book, posting, walking, back to book. 🙂 Thanks John for your comment. E.
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Reblogged this on après-pensées.
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Thank you. E.
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