Category Archives: Poetry

Enough Already

ENOUGH ALREADY

Some years ago
I was in London
and came across the graffito
“Every car is one too many”

Thirty years on
it resides comfortably
welcome and well respected
among my accessible
and regularly visited memories.

Homage yet to that bright spark who coined it

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I go out

Ebbxactly! 🙂

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I go out, and come back –
to the low voices of everyday
concrete saying stay,
voices that are each time fainter

I go out, and come back –
in sun, in mist, in rain –
and each time the tether
is less, and closer to temporary

each time the river’s shout
grows louder and I am more
cedar and stone, more
singing creek and warbler

I go out, and I am more
simply by being less

© Sarah Whiteley

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Quicksand II

QUICKSAND II

An explanation
Is only a theory
But with pretensions

Hearts

HEARTS

He plays the queen of hearts
She moves her castle – Check
Though she has a queen too
They play two different games

Oblique Strategies

OBLIQUE STRATEGIES

To improve the world
You try to change the others
There’s another way

Stray Petal

STRAY PETAL

I spy
With my
Little eye
…..Little I
…..Little I
Stray petal
Detached

Drifting by
Borne on a brook
…..Feeding a river
…..Feeding an ocean
Relentlessly surrendering
Substance

As might some hardback
Missing its jacket
…..Transient
Yet its content
…..Intent
…..Intact
Awaiting rediscovery
And rebirth

Reverse Engineering

REVERSE ENGINEERING

Think in paradox
As the Tao Te Ching would say
Do less … Achieve more

Dhrupad 3 – blackbird song

“named.”

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DHRUPAD 3 (blackbird song)

Blackbird rain, blackbird river,the rich so rich evening cool air, evening rich scent air, blackbird still river standing cool. Pines whisper the breeze the breeze the slide knife heart song thrills, mellow knife heart knife song. Rounded world voice river now ripple now voice. Apple rounded, juice voice, drip drip drip voice, echoed stone voice, remembering voice, saying floating cool rain voice. Golden smooth and jet black shiny voice. Rain split, rainbowed wrapped twist thread, weaving woven gold and gilded through and through, this warm this cool this water clear air song voice moment. Stopped and started time held and space thrilled, sun and moon and stars all, all named together, one river named, one moment twirled named, this river sorrow joy river, this eye opening out, vast vast this throb, this little throat, this heart, heart full, rain washed, cool washed, all washed, voice river…

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Never Pat A Burning Dog

NEVER PAT A BURNING DOG

Sundry faiths there are
Bickering over the words
Of a single truth

On The Wagon

ON THE WAGON

Discard attachment
Loss a fizzy illusion
And sorrow sham pain

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