Life is not a Dress Rehearsal…


Life is not a Dress Rehearsal…


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.




Author: Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

Artist/Writer of Fiction, Poetry, Prose and Thoughts, Opinions Author Bio Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since birth, raised by father, a Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all grand storytellers. As early, as four years old, I was roaming the countryside around our home alone or with my father; in the evenings I sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Summers I lived with my fathers' sister in Birmingham, Alabama; it was she that would help to discover a library, and mingle with my aunt's circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was also my playground on weekends. My aunt encouraged my imagination by introducing me to journaling, which I filled Big Chief Tablets with stories over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. Nonetheless, with adulthood, the desire to write buried itself deep within, the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences. These experiences became short stories and poetry ready to share with anyone who would want to read them. I began painting as a child and later as an adult, and then it lay dormant for years. I write of many life experiences in poetry format; 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 my soul. The harshness that shrouded my life would cause me to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of my writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial of a mother, all frankly portrayed. Today, I enjoy my children, grand and great grandchildren, my four-legged companion Mason, I live in Southern Wisconsin...far from my southern roots; however, I continue to write and paint almost daily. Below are the books that I have published in paperbacks at, under the name of Ann Johnson-Murphree: Book #1 Echoing Images from the Soul 2012 Book #2 Beyond the Voices 2012 Book #3 Reflections of Poetry 2013 Book #4 Honeysuckle Memories 2013 Book #5 Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums and Aspirations 2014 Book #6 My Journey into Art 2014 Book #7 Fragments of Time 2017 Book #8 Rutted Roads 2016 Book #9 Asterial Thoughts 2017 Book #10 Flying with Broken Wings 2017

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