Golden Hour

A date with the Divine – each morning I rise to greet the golden sun; she and I become one. She and I entwined, we reach for the outstretched hand of my higher self. Never quite touching, but a little closer each day. A symphony of winged melodies surrounds the silence within. Each encounter sublime, …

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Her Cottage by the Sea

Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …

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Your Morning Glow (audio poem)

Your Morning Glow (audio poem) Toward you, my eyes are fixed Toward you, my hands extend Alone in the dark, I wait, I rest my tired eyes You change and disappear, but on you, I can always depend Eyes still closed, but the third one knows – You have arrived Many things come between us …

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Sunrise Forthcoming

Sunrise Forthcoming from Being a Woman-Forthcoming Poetry Collection poems by Michele Lee illustrations by Sammi Lee From the banished back row, she did step forward. Her curves revealed by a full moon’s midnight glow, extending from the side, to the middle of the road. Along the edge, where the imposter merged with flesh, a woman …

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Nothing Will keep me aFloat (audio poem)

Nothing Will keep me aFloat - poem with audio A danger sign missed. Inner wisdom dismissed. Into a flowing stream with more than my toes, I willingly stepped. Floating down a winding brook, following a carefully chartered course, turning a corner, I was dumped into the deep, where other rivers merged. A leisurely scene suddenly …

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Early Morning Whispers

Whispers from an Early Morning Angel ~ a Poem by Michele Lee Sefton Feelings of love and fragmented visions. I knew you before I met you. Little Angel Spirit, introducing your intentions before you took your first breath.