Former U.S. Poet Laureate Ted Kooser, who lives down the road near Lincoln, has a website with lots of good stuff. No surprise, the website is tedkooser.net . There’s lot a great poetry and poetry reading online there.
Below is a reading done by Kooser that is short and lovely.
First-time Fine Lines Mike Faran contributor penned the following poem, and it seems like just the thing for a pleasant August weekend. The latest Fine Lines edition is just a click away.
To start the week, well, it’s “A Writer’s Prayer.
Satori Pettit wrote the short poem below, titled “Biography of a Monster.” Below that is a photo of Summer Camp t-shirts. Summer Camp is coming up later this month. More information on the camp is available by following this link — Summer Camp.
The current journal is also available online at this link — Spring issue.
Smart poetry today from the most recent edition of Fine Lines. Poet Cynthia Douglas-Ybara ends her poem with this bit of truth — “Words can hurt, words can heal”
The most online edition of the journal can be accessed by following this link.
The poem follows below. Click on the page to see it in a larger format.
From the Journal Friday
As the mist begins to clear Wander in
Discover
What you can really see
Gaze upon the skies – and wonder Sit – make time to dream
It all fits together
Then dance
In a field of purple
Reflect
Examine the newness of each moment Reach
Then reach some more
Never ending trails
With amazing new beginnings Journey on
– Julian Adair
Great Spirit!
You give me a reason for being,
a sense of mission in this life.
I see small accomplishments and realize
there is a purpose behind them.
My creativity is a gift from You.
I recognize these blessings
more and more each day.
I know I am on the right path.
Continue to guide me.
Give me more strength,
so I can reach my distant goals.
I search for peace in my writing.
I ask for others to find happiness there.
I know You will guide those who listen.
I look to my writing in hopes of seeing visions,
those windows You open for me.
I ask for wisdom.
Touch my shoulder and guide me.
I pray to hear Your voice in the silence of the night,
in the noise of confusion,
and with the terror of the blank page.
– David Martin
