Tuesday, January 25, 2011

RIDE



Mag 50 - inspiration picture provided by http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

A woolen blanket is placed upon her back
Throw on the saddle, adjust the straps
I mount my horse for a winter’s ride
On a cold, frosty day for a ride outside.

Out of the barn and out in the cold
There is a wooded path I know
Turn to the right --- the path’s right there
“ttsk ttsk” I say to my beautiful mare

I feel her steady ramble underneath my seat
The feel of her movement is so very sweet
A strong gentle being riding with me
We are one with each other – we are free

We round the corner to the farmer’s field
For miles and miles the snow conceals
Last year’s crop lay brown and crisp
Frozen by Old Man Winter’s kiss

I gently pull back my horse’s reigns
“Whoa” I say as she stops in the lane
We pause a moment to feel the peace
To silence the snow beneath her feet

The trees are bare, the birds are silent
The sky is as white, the wind is dormant
It’s time to head back to the big red barn
Where inside winter is but a charm

I tugged the reigns to make the right turn
A nudge to her flank to help her spurn
“ttsk ttsk” I say to my beautiful mare
Turn to the right --- the path’s right there

Friday, January 21, 2011

SOUL TRAIN

I was listening to Funky Friday's on my favourite radio station and a thought popped into my head.    Remember the old show Soul Train?   The beautiful dark skinned people doing the Boogie Woogie dancing to all the funk and disco songs?  Here's my funky white girl spiritual take:
ALL ABOARD!!

I hop on board the Soul Train
Down the aisles I go
Looking for my special seat
To rest my weary prose

I find my seat,  I choose to sit
I think I'll sit awhile
After a short nap, I awaken
To people dancing in the aisles!

Sitting on the sidelines
Doesn't get me anywhere
I get up and get my groove on
Swingin' out my fine blond hair

The music is hypnotic
I want to shake my groove
My aura bumps your aura
In an attempt to make my move

Our energies connected
My heart feels the beat
Can you feel the funky music?
Feel it.....in the souls of your feet?

My hands and feet start movin'
I'm groovin to life's funky tune
I'm dancin' and a groovin' all the way
And looking right at YOU!

We are on the Soul Train
Dancing down the aisles
You choose, I choose
To groove the heavenly miles

Sherry Irvine - January 21, 2011


CREDIT for the photo:  http://www.findtarget.com/pictures/soul_train.html

The Fog Horn

I remember as a little girl
no more than 8 or 9
travelling with my Nana
when summers were long
and days were full of time

We happened to be in Sydney
The place where I was born
I would wake up every morning
to the sound of the big Fog Horn

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

I wondered what this sound was
so I asked my Nana to explain
she told me it was a Fog Horn
to keep the ships at bay

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

She took my hand and off we went
on this foggy morn
Maybe we'd find the lighthouse
where the Fog Horn noise was born

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

The smell of the ocean was very strong
I could smell the salt and fish
it was still rather foggy
so I played on the rocks for a bit.

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

The sound of the Fog Horn was haunting
as I played upon the rocks
the memory of it warms me now
as I remember this childhood thought

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

Later in the  morning
the fog had cleared away
revealing itself to a
beautiful summer's day

A little girl and her Nana
would take the day to play
to find the special lighthouse
where a Fog Horn memory lays.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Thursday Think Tank #32 - As Time Goes By




We were but young teens
When I first saw your face
And then you disappeared
Only to place a red rose in my fire place

As time goes by
“A Kiss is just a kiss”
That can't be true because.... 

I fell into your eyes
You took me to a place
Dancing to moonlight songs
Among the stars and space

As time goes by
We still live in that space
Dancing to moonlight songs
Our love is fully embraced

As time goes by
We grow older and we age with grace
We may dance a little slower
But our memories are still in place

As time goes by
The hands of time they touch the old clock face
But we will keep on dancing
When we move to the other place.

© Sherry Irvine – January 20, 2011


CREDITS:  this image provided by:  http://www.inmagine.com/searchterms/moonlight.html


Wednesday, January 19, 2011

7686 - A Fallen Angel






7686 is the badge # of the policeman that was killed by a guy who stole a snow plow and ran him over.  12,000 officers from across North America attended his funeral yesterday 1-18-11 in Toronto - many were wearing his badge #. 


12,000 angels descended in Toronto
To honour an officer slain
Rundown by a madman
One person sadly insane

He leaves a loving wife
and a 2 year old son
broken hearts are many
Painful mending has begun

I never met this man before
I just knew I had to write
Their grief I understand
There will be lots of lonely nights

The sudden loss of a loved one
Is a terrible pain to bare
It happened to my family
Lamenting life’s not fair


My heart goes out to this family
Who lost a husband, brother, son
Be comforted by the notion
That he’s comforted by The One.


© Sherry Irvine – January 19, 2011



Monday, January 17, 2011

Music Love Making


Mag 48
Your right hand leads the melody
 Your left hand holds the rhythm
Your voice cries out
loud, louder, loudest


f   Forte   f
ff   Fortissimo   ff
fff   Fortississimo  fff

CRESCENDO!
and then
You give way to a gentle softness

< Messa di voce >
giving me goosebumps
making me cry softly




p    Piano   p
pp   Pianissimo   pp
ppp   Pianississimo   ppp


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I rest now
and sigh with the pleasure of it

Sherry Irvine - January 17, 2011

I am a Wildflower


I am a wildflower
I am different

I was once an addict.
To pesticides.
After a solitary intervention
I moved to another place
Where I would be free to live clean.
No pesticides for me.

One day after my recovery
I noticed a beautiful rock
Laying next to me.
He looked at me
With such gentleness
That I wilted with joy.

I call him My Rock.
My Rock comforts me
When the sun goes down.
He holds me in his arms
And speaks to me with such tenderness
 That I blossom a million blossoms

When my petals fall
He is there to hold them.
When I feel sad or lonely
He is there.
When I am naked to the elements
He is there protecting me.

He tells me he loves me.
I am nourished by this sentiment.
He feeds my soul.
He is my best friend.
My Rock.
He loves me because I am me.

I am a wildflower
I am different
I am free
© Sherry Irvine – January 17, 2011