Sarah Kerr Poetry
Welcome to my page of poems
Written unapologetically, and with not an ounce of perfectionism in sight
Love and hugs
It's Time
Gently falling off I go
Time to step into life in my own flow
I have been waiting a while so now I have landed
Plenty of opportunity and time to get grounded
I took the leap and the landing was soft
Flowing lower and lower from the tree above
I am ready to fall into safe hands
Ready to see the journey and explore the lands
Thank you for the lessons and the learnings
Time to tune in and follow my yearnings
I am not going to lie it sometimes feels vulnerable
But you just know, when you need to make the call
To share to inspire teach and show wisdom
It’s time to be you and to truly listen
I feel safe, free and know I am enough
Even though sometimes I know it will be rough
While the leaf falling down has shown me the way
I know in my heart that I am here to stay
Oh soft, caring and sensitive one
Be you be you it’s time to have fun
14 October 2022
This was the first poem I wrote in 40 years on a Creative writing retreat in Wales. We took a mindful walk and had to choose an object to write about in just ten minutes. Mine was about a falling leaf that fell in front of me. As you can tell, it was really about how I was feeling. It was at a time when I took myself away from social media.
The Loss
The sadness I feel
Is gut wrenchingly raw
I want to help others
But this feeling requires more
More digging deep
Protecting my energy & soul
No way can I fall into
The emotional pain and black hole
The loss is so hard to navigate daily
All I can do is tap in and keep safe
To protect what is sacred
My work my purpose my energy & wellbeing
Will he ever have a time to be free
And to enjoy his life
Not on his knees in pure sorrow
My instinct is to protect
Sort and step in
But his choices are his own
Not for me to pen
The loss of a future
Full of laughter and joy
It is so incredibly sad to see
To feel this darkness from my boy
It seeps in when you are not watching
So keep your energy high
Because the emotional pain
Will numb you and force you to lie
Keep strong keep the faith
He chose you as his Mum
See the goodness that shows up
To prevent the feeling of numb
The loss is so great
But you have the grace and tools
Keep them very close
Breathe deeply and keep your cool
28 October 2022
I wrote this when I could feel myself slipping into a dark place. Luckily, I have many tools to navigate daily challenges, and so walked my talk, and homed in on my wellbeing. Writing poetry really helps me gain a sense of clarity and perspective. A way of getting feelings down and out too.
What’s the Drag?
Keep checking in
And asking yourself
What’s the drag
Coz it’s gonna help
Take a moment
To stop and be still
Ask what’s the drag
And you will start to feel
Feel into the emotion
That is currently here
Not so far away
It is really quite near
It helps with the clarity
The fuzz in your head
Simply asking the question
Can start to be heart led
Letting it out
Is always a bonus
We don’t want the emotion trapped
We want to feel the slowness
We certainly do not want
The issues to land and stay
What we want are bay steps forward
Nothing in our way
So have the chat
To start with on your own
And if you think it is necessary
Then by all means pick up the phone
Find the joy, the nourishment
And the love
Trust me when I say
It helps you stay above
20 November 2022
I always invite my clients to sit with an emotion and allow it to show itself. If we shut down emotions, they can come back greater and bigger. I wrote this poem when I was needing to sit with an emotion and show myself some self-compassion, and allow the emotion to eventually fade away.
Bag of Apples
Yes a bag of apples
Is good enough
Fruit platters are lovely
But such a lot of stuff
So much energy
Expense and time
Doing things 110%
Does not always fall in line
My experience has taught me
To stop and take a mo
Do I really need to push this
Hard and fast it’s too much go go go
No is the answer
And I invite you to see
Running yourself ragged
Striving for perfection
Does not create the best Christmas tree
Slowing the pace
Being in the moment more
Will help you see the pleasures
That you truly adore
The beauty all around you
The smiles that you may miss
Stop for just a moment
Under the mistletoe for a kiss
A bag of apples Is just as good
And gives you some perspective
What one thing after this read
Will ensure you stay all festive
1 December 2022
This poem primarily is about being more mindful around Christmas time, as we are always super busy and gap filling. However, the bag of apples metaphor can be always applied in our lives. For all your perfectionists out there, a bag of apples is good enough. Save the fruit platter moments for when you have lots of time, inclination, and you want to go all out.
My Home
My home is my safe space, my home is where I choose who comes in, and who goes out.
My home is where I view the world going by, as I look out of my window and the light pours in.
My home is my sanctuary, a place to rest my head,
My home is also where I eat, play & dance in the kitchen whilst making some bread.
My home is the place where I feel a sense of pride and gratitude, a place to keep clean,
My home is a place to stop and ponder, and invite myself to dream.
My home is where I make decisions, some good and some bad,
My home is full of growth opportunities, through this life, that I am so glad I have had.
My home is where I sit and read my book, write poems and chill,
My home is the place where I often find cover, have fun or be totally still.
My home is about all the important things in my life,
My home is pretty when the lights glow during the night.
My home is actually me, in case you didn’t spot that,
My home is my body, mind and spirit, it is where I am at.
My body is precious and requires looking after,
My body needs good food, exercise and plenty of laughter.
My mind requires kind words, quiet moments, time to reflect and time to feel,
My mind yearns for learning, checking in on my thoughts, the chatter and the speal.
My spirit is within me, calling in what I need,
My spirt is supporting me to flourish, be present, in the moment and to lead.
Which brings me to my intuition, my most powerful gift,
Tapping into this super power regularly ensures we don’t go adrift.
So, for now I invite you to tap into your home
Your safe space, it’s you, you are never alone.
This was written for my January RE-treat, as the theme was all around looking after yourself like you would you home.
Elephant Socks
It’s the simplest of gifts
It’s the thoughtfulness of the gift
It’s the love behind the gift
It’s not really the gift
Sentiment, care and going out of your way
They are
the feelings that make life feel okay
A noted expression a casual chat
Those people who get you notice that
I was so touched today by the elephant socks
I was simply taken aback
The generosity of this gift
I was in total shock
My lovely client found me this year
We are working together to release her fears
She gave me these socks because she knew I would love them
A birthday pressie what an absolute gem
In a noticeably short while
She had clocked what I like
And yet others who have known me longer
Still don’t get it right
Is it me being ungrateful
Am I being a miserable moo
I don’t think so
They just don’t have a clue
Thanks for my elephant socks
I wear them every session
Every coach should have a pair
To create the right impression
Written on 15th December 2022
I wrote this after a fabulous coaching client bought me some socks for my birthday, as she knew I love elephants. Honestly, they are the most comfortable pair of socks I own, and I do wear them a lot in session. Just a bit of fun, and a deeper message of thoughtfulness and observation. Just goes to show the connection between client and coach in such a short amount of time.
Change
Change is coming
I can feel it in my bones
Not quite sure when it will surface
But will totally push me out of my comfort zone
It’s got to do with work I think
Or maybe moving house
One thing I know for sure
I won’t be quiet like a mouse
I will be standing tall
And firm of place waiting for the right time
With a smile on my face, a churn of the tum
I am ready I am in my prime
It’s here it’s been created
And now I am ready to share
A little bit of everything I do to support and inspire
I think is only fair
Now what of the house move I ask myself
I really am not sure
We may just tweak what we have
Or move around and tour
One thing for sure is the thought of change
Really does excite me
The cogs are turning, things lining up nicely
In my heart it will feel free
I have such amazing people supporting me
I am such a lucky girl
The change will happen just at the right time
And then I will take a twirl
Don’t be scared of progress
Transformation is the key
Whatever comes next on my road
Will be entirely up to me
Written on the 11 March 2023
Sometimes I just write a lot of words to help me process. This day I got a real sensation that something was changing, and so I wrote what came to me. Writing helps me get clarity, and also gives you a time stamp to go back to when things do happen.
Birdsong
As I mindfully tune in to your beautiful sound
Cars crunching, people chatting
Dogs barking are all around
You are constant your tunes entertain me
Music is delightful
I feel I have front row tickets
In a theatre of birdsong all to myself
An inward smile
A rush of oxytocin
Such gratitude to chirping
As I walk on my own
You get my attention
And I look up at the trees
You flit from one to another so delicately
But robust in the morning breeze
Perfectly formed your colours amaze me
Flapping your wings and busy beaks working
Such a joy to hear your voice
In amongst the chaos of the morning rush
The smell of the fuel
The smells all around
Don’t deter me from listening
To your mesmerising sounds
In front of me, behind me
To the left and to the right
Your operatic voice is impressive
Playful and light
You continue to sing louder
To get my attention
Like a flirty and fun message
You continue without hesitation
I am now smiling outwardly
In full admiration and gratitude
I feel very honoured and privileged
To have been part of your tunes
My walk this morning
Has been uplifting and renewing
And its all thanks to you
And your busy singing
You are there everyday
For all of us to see
No need to buy a ticket
Because you are free
So thank you birdsong for allowing
Me to observe
I feel grounded in the moment
Fully immersed.
I wrote this poem in early Spring after I had been on one of my mindful walks.
Not Sure
Not sure how I feel
As I write and put words down on paper
An emptiness of course persists
And a limited amount of laughter
That’s ok, coz I am processing
What might happen next
What has happened before
All emotions all over the place
I am picking them up off the floor
Gut wrenching one moment
Self assured, then strong
You think of a memory of happier times
Then whoosh it’s all gone
Self preservation is at the top of my list
I preach and teach it every day
Prioritising me, has enabled a functioning
As we forge forward come what may
Not sure comes up a lot
Down deep in my bones
The hurt, the loss, the lies and some calm
Right now I am not fond of being alone
Not sure what the future holds
As it is so key to stay in the present
One thing is for sure
Despite the heartache we are resilient together
This was written in April 2023 at an extremely painful time. A sense of loss and grief. Writing the words help get the feelings on paper, and out there. I highly recommend a journal to scribe simply what comes up.
Buttercups
Fields of yellow I am taken right back
Glowing yellow under my chin
Playful childlike memories that are
Still there recorded deep within
Inward smiles of playing for hours
Daisy chains and perfume making
Picking all the fabulously scented flowers
Waiting patiently for the taking
Time whizzing by and now
It is time to come in from play
Tears of fun stopping and friendships forming
Go to bed it’ the end of the day
Oh Buttercup you stand so pretty and proud
In clusters of golden beauty
Inviting and familiar, but also standing solo
For all of us and just me to see
Up close you ooze delicacy vibrancy & warmth
Like a warm hug inviting me to be still
But be under no illusion even closer
Your strength of character shines just like your will
I am in awe of how your magnetise
Your uniqueness to all
Even when the passers by and kids
Gently knock you to collect their ball
Your energy and familiarity
Of my childhood gone by
Have lifted my spirits soothed my soul
No more tears today to cry
Your unexpected presence
And this walk with my dog
Has single handidly nourished me
It has helped to clear the heavy fog
Written in May 2023. I was on a mindful walk, but had a lot on my mind. The buttercup brought back safe and happy memories of my childhood, and changed my mood quite quickly. Mindfulness in nature is and will always be a nourishing tonic.
