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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
Cotton
eBooks by Ann Johnson-Murphree
Books by Ann Johnson-Murphree
Beyond the Voices by Ann Johnson-Murphree (May 29, 2013)
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Echoing Images from the Soul by Ann Johnson-Murphree (Apr 12, 2013)
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Honeysuckle Memories by Ann Johnson-Murphree (Apr 19, 2013)
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My Journey into Art by Ann Johnson-Murphree (May 10, 2013)
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I Write…
In writing poetry, one not only finds an outlet for releasing the quandaries life might bring; creating also gives one a reason to share joy. AJM
The Voices…
I am a writer, from me you shall read
the sounds of insistent voices of those
characters whispering in my ear. They
are fierce, burning with passion, their
messages clear.
They speak to me with the force of a
turbulent sea, at other times like the
surge of the tide, yet always protecting
me… “within me they reside”.
I am a writer.
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2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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Honeysuckle Memories…
Deep within my soul I sometimes go to
a place where my life began, I take an
emotional journey, from time to time.
Memories with or without images of
those days are like a thunderstorms’
distance echo, you cannot see it, but
you know that it was there.
A furrowed road, wild honeysuckle; a
crumbled chimney beneath the kudzu
vines, the remnant memories of that life
and dim images never change. The cotton
fields surrounding the old weathered shack
where we lived that stole my father’s
wandering soul.
In the warm red dirt life sprung from the
blood and sweat that nurtured the white
gold called cotton, it broke spirits, and
hardened souls. In memory, the image
from the past holds but one old leathered
face; my fathers.
Life goes by quickly, places and people vanish
without a trace, time and progress erases the
landscape of our lives, but…the memories is
how I survive. In the shadows of the mind is a
time of how life use to be; with only a thought
I can recall those sweet honeysuckle memories.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
Note: The poetry book “Honeysuckle Memories” was taken from this poem. ajm
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Southern Collection of Artwork from 2012…
My artwork created from the memories of my childhood all in honor of those individuals that I admired and was a part of my early and informative years…
[Click on painting to enlarge]
“The Birth of Cotton”
“Dreaming”
“Setting Sun in the Cotton Fields”
“Little Houses in the Field”
“Aunt Francis House”
“Aunt Francis”
When I painted Aunt Francis it was from memory as there were no photographs; she was an incredible lady that lived with my family until I was twelve years old. My father took care of her until her death in 1952. She was an important part of our lives. The painting does not do justice to this lovely woman of grace who was born in northern Alabama in 1854.
All of the paintings are 20X20 Acrylics and painted as a collection in 2012
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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Birth of Cotton Working Canvas and Finished Painting
The Birth of Cotton Unfinished Canvas
With many new followers, I decided to make a reentry on “The Birth of Cotton” painting. This working canvas begins (2012) after a poem that I had written about my Native American father call “The Chickasaw Farmer”.
The Birth of Cotton
20 X 20 Acrylic
The above is the finished painting and I have included the poem with this post. This is one of my favorite paintings; I hope “My Community” will enjoy seeing the painting and the poem that inspired the painting.
The Chickasaw Farmer
“A tribute to Daddy”
Rickety ole man stood on the cotton wagon
a tin of yellow salve in his hand.
Rickety Ole Wagon
Rickety Ole Man
A hot southern sun hides behind the willows on
muddy Flint Creek, cotton pickers sweat falling
on parched lips taste like salty brine while they
wait for the Ole man to call “quitting time”.
Rickety Ole Wagon
Rickety Ole Man
Young, old, children, women and men bloody
fingers cut by the barbs of the cotton boll dig
into the old yellow salve tin.
Rickety Ole Wagon
Rickety Ole Man
Tar bottom sacks filled with soft white gold
weary feet follow two old sway back mules
down a rutted road.
Rickety Ole Wagon
Rickety Ole Man
Crimson clouds from wagon wheels whirl
around tired bodies and drained minds;
feels like pickers were working in the
cotton fields since the beginning of time.
Rickety Ole Wagon
Rickety Ole Man
Mules stop at the fork of the road as the
cotton pickers walked into the dark of
the night the Ole man’s heart filled with
appreciation, because he is just an old
Chickasaw farmer trying to survive
inside a “White Nation”.
Rickety Ole Wagon
Rickety Ole Man
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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Acrylic Painting…The Birth of Cotton
The Birth of Cotton
22X22 Acrylic
The painting “The Birth of Cotton” came from my childhood days, my father spending hours in the cotton fields; the rich red soil of Alabama continues to give birth to cotton. In my memory, I can see him holding the white gold up toward the setting sun from the back of a sway-back mule. He is also the subject of the poem “The Chickasaw Farmer” in my eBook of poetry “Echoing Images from the Soul”.
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