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Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – A Collection of Poetry
The 8×11 coffee table books that will display well . The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book the reader will find approximately fifty poems. A length pleasing to browse, read one or more; they will find a connection, a meaning and a purpose in each poem.
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A Sachet of Poetry…
Sachet of Poetry the “final” poetry book to be written by this author on a lifetime of experience growing up in “poor” southern conditions, living with depression and through the loss of two children. The other coffee table books in the collection are Echoing Images from the Soul, Reflection of Poetry, Honeysuckle Memories and Beyond the Voices. There is also a book of artwork, personal therapy created during the year following the loss of her children. These poems a tiny fragments of mind, heart and soul. The author is currently working on an accounting of her young life growing up in Alabama.
A Sachet of Poetry: Adoration Aspirations Anger Asylums
Authored by Ann Johnson-Murphree
Coffee Table Book
List Price: $5.24
8.5″ x 11″ (21.59 x 27.94 cm)
Black & White on White paper
54 pages
Black & White on White paper
54 pages
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…
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Childhood Memories…
Muddy Water…
Down a rutted country road from my
childhood home five miles or so, the
muddy Flint Creek flowed south
unhurriedly slow.
I could not have been over five or six,
when I walked that road, but never
without carrying a big stick.
I carried that stick with eyes open wide,
cause daddy said, if a rattlesnake bit you…
you might die.
In the summer, I would go there almost
every day skipping and hopping along;
I would jump from that rickety old bridge
into that muddy water; before the sun
went down I would go home.
Daddy never wondered where I had gone,
everyone who crossed that bridge told him
where I was, so you see I was never alone.
When I finally got home, he would just look
at me with a sly grin saying…
“Baby you’d better not let your mama
find out where you been”.
©2012.annjohnsonmurphree
Magic of the Seasons….
I dreamed that I was a butterfly,
floating with the pale gold sequins
spilled by the Locust tree, from a
cocoon I was set free. I woke to a
cool autumn morning the season
where all things change, many of
Mother Nature’s children drop their
cloaks returning to the earth from
which they came.
The nearby brook reveals a frozen
sparkling bank as ice crystals form
at its edge, the pure water will always
run free, of winter it has no dread.
Dreams floating within a liquid eye,
relives the wonders of spring that
brings the lovely butterfly.
Alas, we must wake to these frosty
days; wait for the early darkness, the
harvest moon shining down upon
mounds of freshly mowed hay. Masters
of cadence the landscape transforms,
winds leap and the maple trees weep,
soon Mother Nature will put her
children to sleep.
The language of Mother Nature is never
old and never new, as she speaks to the
world under a sky of blue. Then spring
will once again arrive, and the earth will
warm, the chicory plants will bloom; with
it, the butterfly will be released from its
magic cocoon.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
New in Paperback…
Published in Kindle eBooks and paperback at Amazon.com:
Echoing Images from the Soul
Beyond the Voices
Reflections of Poetry
Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums and Aspirations
Honeysuckle Memories
My Journey into Art
New In Paperback a Third Book Collection of Poetry Released at Amazon.com July 9
Also at Amazon.com
Reflection of Poetry and Beyond the Voices
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