"Tumbleweed Fortress" Audio Poem by Michele Lee Sefton This poem was written in response to a prompt presented by The Piper Center for Creative Writing at Arizona State University during National Poetry Month (April). The prompt asked the poet to consider when or where do you feel free/not free and write a poem that describes …
Let Your Voice be Heard (audio poems)
Reading aloud and recording my poems over the last two weeks has reminded me how much I miss reading stories and poems to high school students. So, with that joy in mind, I will continue speaking into my phone and sharing my recorded lines. I have selected two previously published poems to share with you …
Motherly Strength (poem w/audio)
"Motherly Strength" Audio Motherly Strength Turn and see an ancestral parade of women standing strong Delivering the next hand to hold, the next tale to be told Surviving unbelievable stories of hardship and endurance Beginning with the most miraculous of all – the journey of birth An expanding line of women, too many to name, …
Pacing and Retracing My Words and My Steps (poem w/audio)
Pacing and Retracing My Words and My Steps When not sitting still long enough to write I find myself pacing and retracing my steps. A purposeful stride while I walk and recite – hearing the words, my words, as I read aloud. Listening to the sounds that slice the silence with their rhythm, pace, and …
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A Forgotten Field and A Poet’s Curse
Poet’s Curse What a gift it is to view this world through a poet’s lens, to feel the morning wind, and then spend the afternoon penning just the right words to describe the windy lines. Stealing an hour to describe a sensation that blew away. Never being able to turn off the thoughts seeping through …
The Seen and Unseen that Moves all Things
Love is the theme this week. Not just the romantic connection felt between two, but the mysterious force that moves all things into being. The rhythm of life, everywhere can be seen from the tiniest seeds, to the tallest of trees from the deepest depths, to the highest peak The invisible and pulsing omnipotent force …
I Hear the Quiet Outside
I heard silence in place of the bell that continued to ring, although no children were nearby to hear it sing. The constant chiming, reminding me many things over the last three weeks, now quiet. The silence that remains inspired the following lines.
