I have enough memories from the past to last me for the rest of my life. My bountiful memory will not bury them from which they were born.
A small country church, a chorus of crows, the splashing sounds of the brook running through the Birch trees. The wind caresses the colossal row of Oaks in the field.
Death, a road away from the weathered house of worship, followed by black-feathered angels.
No longer will the water beneath the Birch cool, nor will the winds surrounding the Oaks embrace flesh.
The rocker on the porch is stilled, and no hand waves goodbye. In a cobwebbed corner of the room, the sun shines through a cloudy window as the image of tattered curtains dances in a nearby mirror.
Childhood is dead.
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Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since birth, raised by a father, a Native American great-grandmother, and an African American woman who were all grand storytellers.
Summers, she lived with her father’s sister in Birmingham, Alabama; her aunt Vina would help her discover a library and mingle with a circle of friends that included local writers, artists, and politicians. As early as four years old, she was roaming the countryside alone or with her father; in the evenings, she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives.
Her aunt encouraged my imagination by introducing me to journaling, which I filled Big Chief Tablets with reports over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was on weekends was also my playground.
She writes of life experiences in her poetry, questioning everything from Mother Nature to God…the poetry is raw, sometimes dark, and may not be understood by all. Yet, it comes from deep within and reads of truth within her soul. The harshness that shrouded her life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world except her immediate family; it fills the pages with heartache, abuse, and the denial of a mother, all frankly portrayed.
Today, she enjoys her children, grand and great-grandchildren, and four-legged companion Dixie, lives in Southern Wisconsin, far from her southern roots, and continues to write and paint almost daily.
Below are the books that have been published in paperbacks at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com under the name of Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree:
Echoing Images from the Soul
Beyond the Voices
Reflections of Poetry
Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger,
Asylums and Aspirations
My Journey into Art
Fragments of Time
Flying with Broken Wings
Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts