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! :)

Angels Appear...

in the places you'd least expect them sometimes. Can you see her?

I took this photo of two of my favorite perfume bottles to draw, because I didn't have time to capture all the reflections and refractions in pencil, and I thought they were so pretty. I was awed to find a tiny angel hiding among them.
I did not minipulate this in any way. It is the way the light shone through the perfume (a full bottle). Isn't she beautiful?

There isn't really a story to go with these, except that my only sister-in-law, Kay, gave me the perfume on the left and Mama gave me the one on the right. Two weeks after I made these photos, right before Christmas, Kay passed away suddenly and became an angel in Heaven herself. Life is sure not the same without her, and we miss her so much.

I just wanted to share my tiny angel with you and to also let you know that I'm still out here. Hopefully, I'll do better at posting on this blog too this year, as most of my posting was done on my Moxie Blue blog this past year.

Thank you for visiting. :)