Do any of you read or listen to poetry online? I need some advice.

My mom wrote a book of poetry and has recorded herself reading these. I'm thinking of putting them up as a podcast and releasing 2-3 each week until they are all online. Is this something poets do? I have already hooked up her site to publish to Fediverse.

I've written a poetry book. 'To Capture A Star' is a collection of poems about nature, envy, trauma, and beauty. Click the link to find out more if you fancy a copy, and if you think it's particularly good please spread the word Thanks!

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https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CBZHHCCN

Most times
I am an
after-thought,
even to
myself.

A short poem by me.

We
sits and
drinking tea at
the kitchen table
I and
my shadow.

© Haldor Paulsson

*Not Raking Leaves*

I am not raking leaves
I am gathering my thoughts
I am working

I am not wasting my time
on the leaf-littered lawn
scrolling and swiping

I am moving the rake
in slow scratched patterns
through circular grass

I am piling and scooping
stickly twigs and scaly bark
into irregular heaps

I am not raking leaves
I am clearing spaces
to think.

A winter cyclist’s blessing:

May the paths be cleared and salted
May your studs hold true and your wheels never slip
May the racks be clear of snow wherever you go
May you dress in the perfect amount of clothing
May you hear the soft quiet of falling snow
May you go safely wherever you go

You carry the weight,
heavy in a hand
that stays, formidable
days, you are a lighting
spear of courage,
a #banshee of deafening
resolve to strengthen
the weakened & vanquished,
I would place you on the
highest pedestal,
thrones...if they were
left vacant by the Gods.
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SUMMER STARS
Carl Sandburg

Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.

Merry #SummerSolstice to fediversians in the Southern Hemisphere.

Art by Madeline Curley & Carolanne Ken: https://japingkaaboriginalart.com/articles/anangu-aboriginal-artists-dreamtime-stories/
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Via Isidro Li:

So beautiful the lungs
are breathless. The hand remembers:
I was a wing.

— Aleksander Wat

Soon
there will be a single hope:
that of the stars
grazing from our hands.

— Alain Bosquet

I don't bike fast
I don't bike far
But being on my bike
Is better than the car
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