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A Short-Short Story – I was born to mourn…-

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I was born to mourn…

My world is like a grain of sand upon the shores of time, changing, ever changing, and then washed out into the sea of life.  Infinity is in my soul, eternity floats upon the clouds of heavenly moments.  My hours caged, my spirit angered at the thoughts of those who have walked away from my gate.  My feet have left their mark upon the sands of time, waves of tears have splashed upon the rocky cliff that bares scars of what I have lost, and my mind wanders the caverns of the past.  A mother’s grief screams into the endless nights leaving scars upon a heart that is already torn and ragged. 

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Words of doubt have poisoned my faith, the days are winding down, and I was born to mourn. 

 

 

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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; she stops to ponder her own question; does she deserve the name “Mother”.

 

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Trankil Death – A 100 Word Story

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Trankil Death

At dawn, Ruby Waters life light went out, in the dark her children cried; a candle glowed against the rustic rough boards of the shanty shadowing the souls left behind.  Laid to rest quickly in the Louisiana heat; the moon cast a glow on her shallow grave.  The children’s tears burn hot upon their dirt-streaked faces as relatives who heard the shots took them away.  Drunken Gat Waters had shot his emancipated wife because she was pregnant again then yelled, “Now dat’ are two less mouths to feed”.  They were swamp folk no one outside Bayou Gauche would ever know.

 

 

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Journey’s End…

Reflection on conception, an unwanted

Soul cast away because of greed. An

Image of the future, lost in time, starvation,

Did not kill the seed.

It lived, did not go away, destiny or fate,

Life without love surrounded by hate.

Yoke around the neck at birth, emotional

Scars during its journey on earth.

Tomorrows’ path long and steep, search

The past, a need to prove why hurt and

Anger ran deep. Truth in abandonment

Can be found, sanity and sorrow closely

Bound.

©2015.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 
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Posted by on July 19, 2015 in Poetry

 

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