Twin butterflies,
dancing in the
sunset’s gleam in
the heated breeze
they sway, free of
their cocoons now
they stray.
Farewell they bid to
a disappearing day,
earth, air, light, the
sound of the sea;
their charm always
a mystery.
Hues of the far-away
sphere, they float to great
heights, gather among
the stars and disappear
into the night.
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I am death, covered
by the blood of life’s
victims, the peace
loving, the innocent
and the brave, silenced;
they lay with me here
in the grave.
The living stands in cold
silence, regret, moans on
every breath, living souls
that cannot keep away
the fear of death.
In the voices of life, there
could be heard prayer,
prejudice and dismay;
whether hate or fate, all is
now with me at “Heaven or
Hells” gate!
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Sleep, never-ending conscious,
thunder, spray dashing against
the windowpane, in the distance
railroad cars, clang, clang, clang.
Sleep, gulls screaming float through
the air, wild and free, diving into
the white frothy waves, living without
a care.
Sleep, ghost trampling upon the mind
and soul, brushing shoulders with
death they surge across time wanting
their story told.
Sleep, wanting the body to relax, flip
right, flip left; the noise of the world
springs from every nerve, wistfully let
there be silence, calmness come back,
come back, come back.
Sleep, brooding, daggers in the back, rise,
dress, the night will never be soothing;
those words in the head keep moving,
mind in a rage sitting silently staring at
the blank page.
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Broken winds from the
slow hand of God lifts
waves ever moving
surging towards some
crystalline shore.
The evolution of change,
moving forward toward
the end, the scaling of old
skin, leaving only a shadow
of the imperfection of life.
New, newer, seasons never
turning back, blooming into
tomorrow, searching in a
colored cloud of being.
Enlightening the darkness,
alone, unafraid; stained by
time; it is time to be free, in
truth it is time to take root in
“the now”.
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In the western skies;
the sun delays leaving,
still radiant giving off a
feeling of peace.
The smoke from the fire
beyond the hills cast a
blushing haze toward the
clouds.
Shadows rise around the
barren knolls where no
birds sing, the air thick
black and menacing.
The sun gives false
serenity, as death befalls
the burning Forest.
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A silent shore,
seductive Moon,
a sinister Sea,
clouds in the wind,
a shadow lies upon
the white sand alone.
Stilled on the sparkling
crystals, almost villainous,
primeval and water worn
with broken sides.
Once imperturbable, aloft
upon white shafts of waves,
beautiful and bold, now
ancient and vacant.
The old sailing ship found its
burial ground upon a deserted
island covered in the mist of
morning.
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Behold, flitting in and out of the
prairie grass into the sunlight,
then back into the shadow of the
wildflowers again. Can you hear
whispering, Dragonfly is my name;
I am one of God’s angels. A voice
lost in the silence of death, I live far
beyond the prairie grass, and I visit
here to tell those who love me that
although the earthly body is gone…the
soul and love last forever.
I am the Dragonfly!
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Today I wanted to share another painting with my followers and visitors. My daughter loves the Orca; when she moved into a new home she asks that I paint her a picture for one wall in her den that was home to many of her Orca memorabilia. The painting below is the results; she has only one child; I instantly thought of “mama and baby” for the theme.
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“Unconditional Love”
30X32
Acrylics
2013.annjohnsonmurphree
A silhouette in the darkness walking away,
the other remains in the shadows believing
love exists. The dread of parting hangs
heavily in the air. A clandestine life finally
revealed!
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Growing old, no finery, aging
body, luster gone from aging
eyes. Vanished beauty, shaded
looks from an old lover; the
soul cries.
The enemy that is not kind, as
both beauty and strength decays.
Time engulfs the aged, suddenly
life changes in every way.
Of youth, we dream, while youth
and old age begin to entwine; we
mellow with each setting sun, our
minds fight becoming old, of truth
we decline.
At last, we see the world with fading
eyes; hearts becomes weak. The past
gone there is no future; the years have
gone by so quickly, we weep.
The days are long, were we ever young,
this crumbling body we cannot change; the
prison we live in, the past, the present
brings only weary pain.
Suffer, feeble, remembrance hidden deep
within our minds; emotions felt, we must
live the hand dealt life has not been
kind.
Frozen in time like ghosts’, nothing left to tell;
it is the last stage of life, some wait for Heaven,
while others continue to live in hell!
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2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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