Tuesday, December 20, 2016


YOU ARE made of cosmic dust
From a billion sparkling stars
You are what makes the sun and moon
You are everything near and far

You are the rock that holds things in place
And the tree that stands tall and strong
You are where you are today
Exactly where you belong

You are the rain that falls from your eyes
That washes away your pain and fears
Like a magnificent ocean wave
The same substance as your tears

You are the crickets and birds that sing your song
And the fire that makes you dance
You are the grass that tickles your soles
Nothing happens by chance

You are a flower in constant bloom
And that butterfly that flutters in the wind
You are the heart that fills your space
With the love you feel within

YOU ARE……DIVINE…..remember?

© sj.irvine…12-20-16

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Dragon Attack

The sleepy dragon has awakened
A fire has erupted in his belly
He violently shakes
His breath quickens
His heart is beating violently
The lava starts to flow through his veins
Oh…. the burn….the burn…the burn
The burn is unbearable
He must lash out to get rid of the burn

His eyes full of daggars
He is unable to see straight
Don’t look at him….
And he doesn’t want you to anyway

So he speaks
But the words are sharp and painful
Painful to hear…painful to say
Because if he doesn’t speak
He will explode

Too late…..

The impact will cause damage
Some can be repaired….some not so lucky
He roars in anguish
His sharp claws viciously attack
The sharp tongue spews poison
Leaving scratches in the heart
Scars upon the soul
Bruises on the skin
And tears upon the face

Exhausted ….

A head full of grogginess breaks
The fog clears
And he sees what he has done
He is remorseful
In a way….
He is so tired….
Hooded eyes give way to rest
And he slips back into his slumber
Leaving me to take care of his mess.

© Sherry Carter Irvine – February 25, 2014

Genie in a Bottle

She lives inside the bottle
Where she perceives the magic is
That tasty golden liquid
With ice and spritely fizz

But the magic in that bottle
Has stolen all her light
Leaving waves of broken hearts
And shadows from many fights

The magic in that bottle
Has taken all her joy
Gifted her with suffering
For her and her two boys

The thing she doesn’t realize is
She’s filled with golden light
She’s brilliant and she’s beautiful
She’s amazing and she’s bright

She forgets….SHE is the genie
The magic's within herself
Rich with lessons and experience

Here to share her wealth

She has chosen this river
Her spirit understands
May the bottle she resides in
Rest gently upon dry land.

Carrie on…..

sj.irvine - February 9, 2016

Friday, February 28, 2014

I Rest My Eyes Inside Your Soul

I rest my eyes inside your soul
And listen to your stories
Some are new and some are old
So many more yet to be told

I rest my eyes inside your soul
As you walk with Mother Earth
Across hot sands and wooded lands
So many moons ago

Your soul is filled with love and tears
Of a thousand births and deaths
Of war and peace, victories and defeat
The stories you tell my dear

Tired feet and blistered soles
Through many ages you've walked
A long way travelled as your story unravels
This journey of your soul

Your history recorded, happy or morbid
Lessons learned, each take their turn
Each negative and positive thought
Is everything that you are

You've come along way, embraced each day
For each step is divinely timed
Your heart whispers truth, may love be your fruit
May you be filled with joy, I pray.

© Sherry Carter Irvine – February 24, 2014

Monday, October 28, 2013

The Elegant Dragon and The Beautiful Bird

Photo Credit:  other stuff my kid loves - tumblr

A long time ago,
Where the white river runs
Lived an elegant dragon
Elegantly named ….Ty E. Rion

He was dressed in the finest
Blue silk and gold thread
Complete with a lacy white ruff
He held a gold scepter - for balance I read

His ears flapped like wings
His face was all wrinkled
His breath smelled like camp fire
His eyes how they twinkled

His nails were all polished
And sharpened with care
Any hair that he had was
Taken care of with Nair

Now, the elegant Ty E. Rion
Was and a bit selfish, was he
He had grown up in grandeur
In a rich kingdom you see

Out in the woods, he went one day
And he heard a beautiful song
He knew he had to have it
But he knew to take it was wrong

He spied upon the beautiful bird
Who sang that beautiful song
A waterfall sprang from his golden eyes
And he let out a great big sob

A river of tears flowed steadily
Down his great big cheeks
He quickly reached out and grabbed her 
And she let out a "tweet-squeak-tweet"

He imprisoned her selfishly
In a small golden cage
She would sing only for him
While he ate, drank and played

So she sang the songs of sorrow
Oh he loved that sweet voice
But his heart felt a burden
And he knew he had no choice

He released her from the golden cage
As gently as a dragon could
And to his utter and sheer delight
It was then he understood

Her song was loud, it was brilliant
As sweet as the morning sun
He realized her beautiful songs
Were meant to be enjoyed….
By everyone

© Sherry Carter Irvine – October 28, 2013