wind follows wind,
as would the grasses
were they not rooted –
relegated to whispering
wayfarers’ songs
this evening I carry
that elsewhere urge –
a glow of foot,
the rise of thigh –
the sort of sky to set
wings to trembling
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you! 🙂
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I love this one, Sarah, especially “elsewhere urge”.
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Dear Sarah,
In all the years I’ve read your poetry, I’m always amazed (and often a little intimidated) by your gift. There is something quite immeasurable about your work; it is so fluid and often so unexpected. You continually offer your heart to your audience in new and evocative ways, while remaining authentic to your core. It is always a pleasure to return.
James
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What a beautiful compliment, James! Truly, thank you! It means so much to hear that my poetry is so appreciated. ❤
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Love the phrase “wayfarers’ songs”!
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Thank you! 🙂
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I love this, Sarah! ❤️
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Thank you, Betty! 🙂
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