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Honey Wine – A 100 Word Story

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Honey Wine

Serena knew that beauty had an ending, that all things fade and die she was in the winter of her years.  All her friends were gone as was much of her family, some forgotten like goldenrods falling to dust upon the wind.  Her eyes yearned, her heart bled for love, she kept repeating the words…

“Old, old, old.”

The clouds of time have spun away like fall she now waited for the last leaf to drop.  All that was left was the sweet memories like Honey wine.  Please she whispered let it go quickly…

“I am so tired of time”.

 

 

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#9391…A 100 Word Story

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It was July 1915 and Annabelle stared out the window.  Beyond the bars lay the tombstones covered with dead leaves and vine, each inscribes with nothing but a number; the records might have given the names of those beneath the red southern soil.

She knew that there were no tomorrows.  A marriage of happiness ended with a disobedient act against her husband.  It was his right to put her in an asylum for the insane and the disobedient.  Yesterday’s promises were over; the “Consumption” as they called it would soon take her life.  The small 12X12 stone would read “#9391”.

 

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Posted by on June 16, 2016 in 100 Word Short Stories

 

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COMING SOON…

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Dedicated to my daughter Charlotte Jean Murphree

1958 – 2010

The Voice 

From me you shall hear

Trampling of insistent voices of those

Whispering in my ear. They

Are fierce, burning with passion, their

Messages clear.

They speak to me with the force of a

Turbulent sea, other times with the

Surge of the tide, and always with

Respect; within me, they reside.

Ann Johnson-Murphree

I will not say that this is my final book of poetry; however, it will be the last until I have pursued my other interest in writing personal and fiction.  I have been on a journey; it has taken me from depths of a bottomless abyss, the path I walked was jagged and brutal both mentally and physically.  The trip is documented in my poetry, it came from deep within my soul and my spirit survived.  The healing continues, an ongoing process that will never end; but today, I can breathe.  I have held my breath too long as I walked these rutted roads; and must now set out on a new path.  I have chosen to begin a new “Story”.

I will continue to blog daily with my own work or reblog in support of my wonderful loyal followers.   I will post when Rutted Roads is published.  

 
 

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On a Blue Bird Day

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On a Blue Bird Day

It is spring, warm breezes float through

magnolia trees.  A gracious woman of the

South rises from past memories; her

thoughts behind the ice blue eyes. She sits

on the bank of a pebbly brook under a Blue

Bird sky, the scent of lilac rises from her

starched dress.  She dips her fingers slowly

into the cool water; she is old and life has

passed her by, and the depths of her truth

never known.  In her secret place of

selfishness her hate for an unwanted child

surfaces; she stops to ponder her own question;

does she deserve the name “mother”.

 

 

 

 

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thBPHSKA15“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”

 
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Posted by on April 7, 2016 in Life, Memories

 

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Virginia Woolf died 75 years ago today

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Jan 25, 1882 – Mar 28, 1941

One of my favorite authors, Virginia Woolf died 75 years ago today.  Adeline Virginia Woolf  had seven siblings, she married Clive Bell in 1907 and Leonard Woolf in 1912.  I have read everything possibly written by Virginia Woolf she has been an inspiration to me and my writing. 

My favorite quotes by Virginia Woolf:

“These are the soul’s changes. I do not believe in aging. I believe in forever-altering one’s aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.”

“Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.”

 

 

Thank you and R.I.P Virginia Woolf

 
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Words…

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Words, words, words, black, brown red, words for which my tears have shed.  It is said that the living word speaks truth, yet one must die to have real proof.

Birth to death we are taught from the Holy text, we will not truly live until sacrifice has been met.  The sky will open the “Just” will fly away, the “Wicked” given a second chance must stay.

Words, are they truth or a means for the pious to lie, and for the answer are you willing to die?  I want to believe, to hope, to live life to its fullest here on earth, and I choose to continue to search.

To taste the lush berries down in the blackberry thicket, to smell the wild rose on the side of the hill, to find a love that will not let my heart be still.  I want to lie in a clover field watching bellowing clouds float by, to gaze at a summer’s cobalt sky.

I want to read poems with my legs dangling over the highest cliff, this…only this will give my earthly heart a lift.  To stare out at forever, on the landscape below, as I pray that my time in the here and now will travel ever so slow.

I want to dip my toes into a frothy sea, to feel the salty wind upon my face and know that I am in the right place.  Here on earth and alone I will survive and I hope that if there is a God he will wait for me a little while.  I am already old, but as surely as I breathe, I am not ready to go. 

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