The essence of descent into life takes root in
childhood. Without choice, the journey in due
course will end, many times in sorrow. The
caretakers of our existence bestow the gift of
direction upon our tomorrows.
Life is a hierarchy from which expectations sprouts
hope. It reaches beyond the core of our beginning.
Beyond the reach of those from which we descend.
The perception of childhood can be deceived. Living
within the shelter of acceptance in a world filled with
make believe.
It is the epoch of adolescence that is difficult to endure.
Castles in the sky built upon the sands of childhood
falls into an ocean of doubt as we sail toward a world
that is no longer innocent and pure.
Youth passes, living only in the yesterdays of our minds.
Life becomes complicated and the visions of early days
suddenly became blind.
As adults, we convince ourselves that we are no longer
allowed to dream. We find that life can sometimes be
unkind.
We must learn if what we are taught is true, one finds
after they have walked the crest of mountains. Waned
in the valleys of discontent that the years one has are
few.
If life is not what you wanted and you believe the world
is not within your reach. It is time to follow your own
path, with you in control of how your journey will end.
Life is not a dress rehearsal… maybe it is time to return
to the visions of childhood, remember your dreams of
yesterday; start living again.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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This poem from annjohnsonmurphreeauthor.wordpress.com offers many gifts, not least of which its message.
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Thank you so much your comment means a lot to me as a person and as a writer. AJM
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An interesting take on the awful transition between innocent childhood and adult existence. It reminds me of some of the inherent messages in ‘Meditations’ by Marcus Aurelius; powerful enough to alter one’s thinking!
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Thank you for following I am not familiar with Marcus Aurellus but I will check out the work. AJM
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Thanks for that. It’s good to connect with talented writers. As for Marcus Aurelius, his book of ‘Meditations’ is a wonderful spiritual & philosophical treatise which addresses many things, including human suffering. It is a kind of framework for coping with the minor and major difficulties which life throws at us all.
Cheers.
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I am going into town this weekend I will check in Barnes&Nobles for the book, and on Amazon too; thank you for responding. Ann
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Beautiful a special gift of memories, childhood, numerous things of life. The last line got me, start living again
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Thank you, so many times “spots” from you life surface within your work along with the imagination. AJM
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Profound!
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Sadly, by the time we reach adulthood all images of childhood are tainted by our mental map and lessons learned. We can never regain the innocence and true fun. However, good to be reminded of those days and the need to live again. Good work.
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Thank you Luke for stopping by and leaving these words of wisdom, they are appreciated. Ann
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I love your writing style, it reads with a beautiful flow.
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Thank you. AJM
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Reblogged this on lost creek publishing.
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Your support is greatly appreciated, thank you. AJM
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love your use of language, I agree your style does have a beautiful flow
and thanks for checking out my blog cheers!
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Thank you for the response, visit often and visit my Community of fellow bloggers; all great talent. Ann
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Great insight – thanks. I was in a “lifestyle” for 30 years and then it failed. Everyone said “Good on you for getting out of it” – like I made a mistake in the beginning and the 30 years was just a practice for my real life. I miss my “old life”. It is part of me. Thanks again.
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My dear B, I held a pattern for 50 years, whom I might be was not questioned; it was accepted. I spent another 10 trying to figure out “who am I”! Then these past 10 searching for truth, and the truth is that I am a sum of a the people I have been and the best is yet to come. I live one day at a time as I continue to search for truth. If you read my poetry, you will see who I am…yesterday and today; tomorrow is almost here! Good luck and thank you for being a part of my Community. Ann
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Thank you for your comment…I spent years searching for who I was and I find I am the sum of my past and present; the good, bad and ugly as they say; all wrapped up into one very old spirit that continues to search for the truth. I am my writing, if you read it carefully anyone will know who I am. You do not have to miss your old “me”, it has gone nowhere, embrace the old you as it is your yesterday, today and tomorrow. Ann
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This is awesome!
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Thank you so much. Ann
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my goodness m. murphree
you sure are killing it!
keep up the good words
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i am overwhelmed by your lines,it must have taken you eternity to come up with this philosopy.thank you for your encouraging words.it was worth reading it.
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As a writer I never know the time, as someone who has live life on all levels it seems to have span several lifetimes. Thank you for your comment. Ann
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So much of what you say speaks to truth. Appreciate your follow and can’t wait to read more from you when I can grab longer moments in which to savor them.
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so much truth in your words. excellent! 🙂
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So true. Thanks for remind me all of that. A pleasure to find your blog too.
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Hey! Thanks for the like & follow on my blog 🙂 Love your writing style. We sure need to return to our childhood to rediscover our dreams. Shall keep revisiting for more 🙂
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…a child in our heart should stay for us to cope up the hard reality of life…
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Beautiful. I love this. Thank you.
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Thank you “gem”. Ann
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That was lovely. The flow was very natural. The words “As adults, we convince ourselves that we are no longer/ allowed to dream” really struck a chord in me.
By the way, you liked one of my posts, ‘My Paper-Ink Existence’, and I had to delete it because I accidentally posted it on the wrong blog and had to move it to my other one. But thank you so much for that.
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Many lines that gave me tingles, many things we learn along the way, I wish I had read this years ago. It did stir emotion. I love words that remind me I am alive. Thank you.
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And, thank you for reading, I pleases me to know that it stirred an emotion…that is what poet’s try to do! Ann
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Thank you for choosing to follow my blog: http://foundinfrance.wordpress.com
I hope you will continue to enjoy the posts.
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I am most certain that I will, thank you for stopping by… Ann
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Life is for learning and expansion of mind and body and need not end in sorrow. There is much happiness that grows as appreciation for gifts received and given continue without hesitation.
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Thank you Eddie Two Hawks for you wonderful comment. Ann
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So glad you liked “Learning in Mudville” on papermudandme.wordpress.com. The dreams of childhood may indeed be castles build on sand, but they can also be the visions of what can be done as an adult. – Aloha and thanks again – pjs.
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Thank you for stopping by…Ann
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your words are full of wise advice and all so true. we need reminders along the way…thanks! ☺
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Thank you for stopping by… Ann
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you’re welcome, Ann. 🙂
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Thanks for digging my poetry. I enjoyed this piece a lot!
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[smiles]
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Great kind words, honest voice. Why not record it? Or perhaps you have, let me know. thanks G
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No, I have not…thank you for reading this piece. Ann
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Hi Ann. Thank you for liking my poem ‘ That Moment.’ Most appreciated. Best Wishes. The Foureyd Poet.
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A moment we all have feared. Like you I write not only for myself, but to allow my children to “really” know me once gone. Have a great day. Ann
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Your lines really match my thoughts just a few minutes ago. Amazing! I was thinking about the strange turns one’s life can make. I’m a survivor of a terribly bad accident, however, the sequences did not bring me deeper into troubles, but opened a new path and a new opportunity to experience “another lifetime” since I completely unexpectedly for me relocated across the ocean from Europe to Canada. Well, sometimes it feels like I have had about 3 different lives already. I was thinking about my childhood, as well. That was so long ago and that world was so distinctive from this one that it’s hard to believe it’s still me going through all this.
I used to write poetry also, just in my native language: Latvian. I loved your writing, and you probably have had some painful experiences, too. I think we are often valuing the wrong things, and even the smartest person knows nothing until we know it all and find out for ourselves at the very end.
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Thank you for your comment and thank you for following my blog; I will visit yours often. Ann
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Thank you for visiting my blog as it led me to some truly great poetry here! I will most assuredly be back! You are so extremely talented! This could have been describing me!
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