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Sarah Kerr Poetry

Welcome to my page of poems
Written unapologetically, and with not an ounce of perfectionism in sight
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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 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.


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.


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.

It’s been a while

It’s been a while
Those ripples of beauty I notice
I’m standing noticing and looking
down at my feet

I’m in awe of the message
The silent whisperings of the present moment
This clear translucent powerful puddle
Oh how I have missed you

It’s been a while
Grooves of history I see you
One foot in front of another
I admire your handy work

Looking ahead I truly notice
The paws of play
The dents and grooves
The tread of footprints before me

It’s been a while
The crunchy, gravelly sand
Of my well-worn walking shoes
Following the path to the ocean

I hear you I feel the vibration
The thudding of my feet
On this trodden path of tales
That have evolved sometime before

It’s been a while
The whooshing and refreshing kiss of the wind
Tingling refreshing with a touch of bite
Reminding me I am forever present

Absorbing your energy
Onwards one foot in front of the other
North East South West I ponder
For now I stand still

It’s been a while
Earthy grassy whiffs of familiarity
I’ve really missed you
Did you notice I had disappeared?

Natures hug I know it has been a while
I thank you for your patience
I admire your loyalty and unconditional invitation
Your grounding pull is enriching and wholesome

Your reassuring touch and smile
You are only a few footsteps away
Gratitude gushes my heart
My whole-body tingles with a knowing ahh…

As I put one foot in front of another today
I choose to stop, breathe and notice
I notice it’s been a while

I wrote this late January 2024 when I had been poorly and had not been on a walk in a while. I had missed getting out in nature. This was how I felt on my walk after missing my beautiful local walk.

When I think of a rose

When I think of a rose
I am drawn into the bouquet
I held on my wedding day
I am drawn into the exquisite presence
That shines so beautifully
That no sound is required

When I think of a rose
I am forever struck by your complex creation
Of layers and layers of petals
Representing your journey
Like a mystical journey of creation

When I think of a rose
I observe your complicated prickly painful
And at times stern presence
And I relate you to the representation of
Human life my life

When I think of a rose
I congratulate you on your inviting and addictive
Magnetism that helps me overlook
The thorny path
The part that protects itself
Oh so subtly and leads you to
Intricate delicate and curious
Pinks yellows whites reds and oranges

When I think of a rose
I imagine my heart cracked open
Allowing myself to receive the gifts
Knowledge and wisdom that is
Happening for me and not to me

When I think of a rose
I feel you vibing for all to absorb
You are not required to sell yourself
You are courageous patient
Opening to the sun and light
Drawing the admiration of passers by

When I think of a rose
I’m transported to the smells of a rose garden
I am walking oh so slowly in awe
Childhood memories of perfume making
Bowls of pot Poruri and diffusers around the home
You are simply the florist of my mind

When I think of a rose
My creativity blooms
Pressed between heavy books
Almost too heavy to lift
End results of bookmarks and pictures framed
Homemade gifts to loved ones
So comforting for my inner child
She yearns to remember over and over

When I think of a rose
I am reminded of a mindfulness practice
The stem being the path I have taken
The thorns representing challenges
Or pockets of wisdom learned
And the petals the joyful moments
The aspirations of gifts I have
That sometimes get lost amongst the mayhem

When I think of a rose
My heart squeezes with excitement and love
I sense a buzzing
An inner knowing and smile

You will always be my constant
A reminder to open my heart
Absorb and embrace my uniqueness
Just like yours

I drafted this poem on the day my husband and I got together 28 years ago. We always celebrate the 12th February rather than Valentines Day. Roses representing love and being my favourite flower seemed apt today.

It was worth the wait

I am sure I planted them
But where are they?

Patience is a virtue
Rings in my ears
They will come….

Time allows for growth
And healing of wounds

Time is a great healer
Feels loud in my thoughts
They will come….

In amongst the eager to get going
I draw a breath and oh so subtly work my magic

I am reminded of the story
The Tortoise and the Hare
They will come…

Still there is no sign
Not even an inkling

Doubting Thomas taps me
On the shoulder
They will come….

Days rolling by and I wish
More than anything for a sign

A wagging finger of
All good things come to those who wait
They will come…

Weeks into months and I sense
A tingle of arrival

Like a gifted book
That drops heavily on the front mat
They will come…

I hear the orchestra of fabulousness
Getting louder and louder

Like the high note sustained and held
In Nessun Dorma
They will come…

Sprinkles of rain and abundant yellow sun
Must make all the difference

I am listening to Ray Davies bang out my favourite tune
On a sunny afternoon, although not quite Summer
They will come….

Slowly but surely they have risen
Having percolated magically out of sight

Those tulips I planted
They stand tall, hopeful, accepting and proud

They did come, and it was worth the wait

Just like the awesome woman with endless gifts,
Ready to share her beauty and colour
For the entire world to see

The Slow Trail of Mr Snail

Slow and steady wins the race
Calm and courageous you go at your own pace

Your subtle journey makes a mark
I smile proudly within and you ignite a spark

Unassuming and carefully you cross the track
Carrying your protection for all to see on your back

An inner cheerleader rises inside of me
Gosh I hope he makes it to the nearest tree

You know you got me thinking about where I’m at
Illness trauma not quite sure and feeling flat

Some similarities between us start to appear
An empowered emotion rose inside me along with a tear

What’s the rush you kind of know where you are going
Some healing and acceptance first along with all knowing

Take your time make each moment matter
That includes lots of joy a coffee and a natter

Mr snail has got you pondering and thinking
Slow and steady rising can avoid the heavy sinking

And then hopeful, proud and encouraging feelings
Just as I pass the orchard of apples so ready for peeling

Each line of them stand firmly in the muddy ground
Again slow and steady rears it’s head not even a sound

Even the cars here slow down raise a hand and drive patiently by
No rushing, tyres screeching I can still hear nature sigh

Heading back along the path I wonder how far he has got
To my joy and amazement he has travelled quite a lot

Oh Mr Snail you made it I can tell you I feel some relief
Consistent constant sliming and a shit ton of self belief

I wrote this with the a creative writing circle whilst away in Gloucestershire. A pleasant walk in the country side inspired my words.
July 2024