Monday, October 24, 2011


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Mother Earth’s heart beat
Like the rhythm of a drum
One two three four five
I close my eyes and listen
Her tempo in perfect time

© Sherry Irvine – October 24, 2011

Tanka style


I am a seed
Just like everyone else
Blinded by the darkness
In the soil that is my home

I am well taken care of
Watered with love
Nurtured with hugs
Waiting to grow

After a long long time
I finally begin to grow
First I grow a golden root
That reaches far into the earth

With my eyes still closed
I begin to feel and hear things
I hear a drum beating
I feel it singing inside me

I realize this is my heartbeat
After a long while of listening
To the song of my heart
I am overjoyed with love

I feel this warmth in the dark
I can feel it above my head
I struggle to make my way to it
And it slowly melts away my shell

With half an eye open now
My head pokes through the darkness
It is so very very bright
It’s warmth is so comforting

Every day I grow a bit more
Getting stronger and stronger
And before I know it
I am standing very tall
With my eyes fully open

I am bursting with happiness
For I have transformed
Into the beautiful flower
That I was always meant to be

© Sherry Irvine – October 24, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Long Time Lovers

They met in 1982
While smoking cigarettes
They really had no idea
That fate had planned the rest

They didn’t see each other
For a long long while
Both were crazy teenagers
Growing up through their trials

They wed in 1985
On a warm and sunny day
They vowed to love each other
Til the end of all their days

They had a son and daughter
Who grew up to be real fine
The years went by so quickly
They wondered about their time

So they did a little travelling
They owned their little home
They liked to walk on moonlit nights
And watch their grandkids grow

They listened to the rain fall
Enjoyed the snowy storms
Leaves blowing from the trees
And summer air was warm

They were best friends and lovers
Inseparable to the core
Every second sacred
They had everything and more

Then she became sick at 82
She started to forget
He held her hand until the end
Then she was laid to rest

He was an old man at 85
His heart it would not mend
One day he took his last breath
She was waiting for him at the end

But fate would have them meet again
While smoking cigarettes
They would have no idea
That fate had planned the rest

© Sherry Irvine – October 12, 2011