PS

 Hello! I just wanted to pop in and let you know that if you enjoyed my blog, I'm still posting often on my current blog, a variety of art and journaling projects, and I would love it if you would visit and/or follow me here https://themoxierabbit.blogspot.com/  Having been through some traumatic events in my life, I haven't been writing much, but after re-reading some of the lovely comments that I received on some of these posts, I am very much inspired to write again! I may even start this blog up again! Who knows? 😉 Hope to see y'all soon either place! 😊

Final Post

This will be my final post on this blog, but I am not sad, because I have a new blog, which once again will combine my loves of art stuff and writing into one blog, and which, hopefully, I can maintain better and post more frequently. :)

The new blog is still under construction, but any posts I do from now on will be on it. The new address is http://www.themoxierabbit.blogspot.com .

Thank you all for your support and for visiting Scribbles From Rabbit Hop for the last four years, and I hope that you will continue to follow me along on my creative adventures at my new address. I look forward to seeing you there! :)

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hope your New Year is off to a most fabulous start! :)

It's been a while since I posted here, but I haven't abandoned this blog. I have just been really busy with life, art projects, and learning to weave. Yippers, I found yet another hobby, which I totally love. You can see my attempts on my other blog http://wwwmoxiebluecom.blogspot.com/ .

One day I'm going to list all my hobbies. I've been learning art and crafts my whole life, many of them from my grandmother and mama. Many happy memories tied up with those hobbies. Anyway, a love of writing is at the top of my favorite list, and I am always writing, if only in my journals.

I kind of move from one thing to another and back, so I will be adding more posts soon. Thank you for stopping by, and I hope you will check back along for new writing attempts.

I was going to end with one of my journal pages, but blogger won't let me download a picture. Bummer! :/

Wishing you a year full of health, prosperity, creativity, and happiness! :)

EARTH BLANKET-A poem

A new poetry attempt. I composed this in my head on a long road trip to my aunt's the other day. It was a gorgeous fall day with bright sunshine, I was driving, and hubby and I were just silently enjoying the scenery. I wrote down a rough draft when we stopped at a Cracker Barrel restaurant for lunch. Thought I'd share it with you and hope you enjoy it. :)

EARTH BLANKET
Sharon Prater-Pope (10-25-12)  

Stirred, then shaken by the wind,
Leaves glide on invisible wings,
And fall like multicolored glitter
In the bright sunshine.  

Scarlet, bronze, golden flecks mingle,
As trees undressing for winter
Leave a multi-colored blanket
Covering the hibernating earth.

BOOK TREASURES-Poetry

BOOK TREASURES

by Sharon Prater-Pope

Accumulated books, ancient classics, exist.

Cultures take pains to make inaccessible,

Cheat men of remarkable abilities.

 

Writers, novelists, poets,

Full of imperfections,

Elaborate on honest lifelong learning

Among the constellations,

No sleep, attending to morning,

Sharing wisdom and feelings.

 

Once finished,

We have the luxury

Of reading, digesting, ciphering,

Of learning from their circles of age,

On a scale that leaves us satisfied and feeling rich.

 

This poem was formed from random words that jumped out at me from two pages in the book, "Walden" by Thoreau. I listed 47 words and used all but six of them. I added a few of my own words here and there also. I love the challenge of writing this way. :)

CHERRY LIGHT-a poem

CHERRY LIGHT

Sharon Prater-Pope (Aug 17, 2012)

Dark dreams infiltrated

                         the indigo sky,

Filled with a blood moon

                         and a swirling milky way.

Van Gogh couldn’t have painted it better,

                          to capture the essence

Of a blue-black starry night,

                          filled with a deep fear.

The Bohemian lifestyle she loved

                           in the cellar under the house,

Full of smelly mold, mice, and canned food,

                           a hidden pit full of purple shadows and coolness.

Dappled with lightness and sunshine,

                            jeans holey with mildew spots,

Blinded, she found sight within

                            while angels danced in cherry light.

MOXIE-a poem

MOXIE

Sharon Prater-Pope (Aug 17, 2012)

She felt invisible

Sitting in harmony with nature;

At peace while fairies danced

Under a cloudless sky.

The breeze carried birdsongs,

And the scent of white peonies

Floated across the pool of azure blue water.

A cherry moon hung suspended

Over the rustling leaves.

Glittery white balloons tied to tree limbs

Reflected the pink of her gown,

As angels in sock feet

Made her magic adventures complete.

All she needed was serenity

And enough moxie to believe and achieve.

I was sitting in the car watching my brother-in-law and my husband work on a piece of farm machinery at my brother-in-law's house the other day, and I got bored, so I took my sketchbook out of my purse, listed several words that just popped into my mind, and strung them together into a poem, adding words as needed. This poem is that poem. I like it, plus it was great fun! Hope you enjoyed it too! :)

KEEP GOING and FLY FREE (poetry)

My husband and I spent three days in the hospital step-down unit with his dad last week, and one day I sat in the waiting room for a couple of hours, listening to my mp3 player and trying to nap. The room was full though; worried people waiting to hear news from loved ones in ICU or surgery, all talking and moving around. As I listened to the shuffled songs on my varied song list certain words popped out at me, and I thought, 'Why not make a list of them and make a poem out of them?'

I love doing this with words that pop out at me off book pages, where I can cut the words apart and arrange them into a poem, but this day I had no scissors and, besides, I didn't want to cut up my Moleskine sketchbook.

Instead, I listed the words as they popped out at me from the various artists' songs, and when I had a page full of words in the pocket sized sketchbook I stopped and studied the words, seeing which ones could go together to form phrases and started stringing them together on the opposite page, crossing out the words on the lists as I used them. The following two poems are what I created in the two hours I sat amidst other patients' families, all of us sharing the connection of concern over a loved one.


KEEP GOING
By Sharon Prater-Pope

I know pain, confusion, purple anger,

                     and dreams, truth, reality.

I sometimes bleed and feel crazy lost.

The red violin feeds my soul

                      as I say to trust myself,

To walk away from my way

                       and ask God to help me.

Take time for running in strawberry fields.

                        Keep going,

Nothing is forever…

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FLY FREE

By Sharon Prater-Pope

Blackbird runs with broken wings,

Speeding into the dark sleepless night.

Emptiness arrives,

And catching her begging,

Unlatches her heart,

Changes color to love,

Listens, sings, accepts memories.

She cheats death and leaves shame.

Time teaches; it’s alright.

Come! Fly free!

I really enjoyed writing this way, and I like the poems that came out. Much more fun than the game on my Kindle that I had been occupying myself with when I needed something to do. Waiting around a hospital can be very stressful and tiring. Besides I enjoyed creating something myself in stead of playing a game that someone else had created. I found it a great way to be creative when I'm away from my studio, and all it took was words borrowed from a few songs, a pencil, and a piece of paper to make me creative and happy for those couple of hours.

I hope you enjoyed your visit and my efforts! :)

TRUTH AND CONTROL-a poem

TRUTH AND CONTROL
By Sharon Prater-Pope (7-16-12)

Stop the controlling, the manipulating;
The rules and suffocation!

Relax! Listen! Be Present!

Learn compassion, peace, lovliness, awareness.
Feel truth with contentment and ease.
Relationships are fueled by simple beliefs,
Kindness, and loving happiness.

Reteach your heart.
Sense the poet within;
Truth made good.

RESTORATION ( poem)

This is another found poem, which will probably find its way onto a journal page. I LOVE doing these!  Hope you enjoy my efforts. :)

RESTORATION
Sharon Prater-Pope 7/13/12

I found meaning
walking the enormous garden
with an open heart
paths of memory
exquisite monuments
round arches
golden orange light
enclosing darkness
I craved peace
knelt for a time
prayer for restoration
believed


Here is what the original words written on pieces of paper and rearranged to form a poem looks liked glued to a journal page, which is still a WIP. I cropped the poem out of the page.