Your stop for the annual poetry fic challenge!

Hi, everyone! The fourth poet we're revisiting this year is Ted Kooser!

If you want a new prompt, please comment on this post any time in April, and I'll give you a new one.

If you'd rather take a stab at an old prompt, you can take a look at the original sign up post, or the July Challenge prompts from that year.

I hope everyone is staying safe during these scary days.

As always, amnesty for all previous challenges remains open!

from Christmas Eve

Our ages sit down with a table between them,
eager to talk.

from november 12

I walk the dark hall of the road
with my life creaking under my feet

from Untitled

"Here," he says smiling,
"you can make something special with this."

from The Old People

They are feeling their way out into the night,
letting their eyes adjust to the future.

from Four Civil War Paintings by Winslow Homer

Some part of art is the art
of waiting

from Sparklers

I could hear
your heart, I think, and feel your breath
against the darkness

from Nocturne

a thing of dust and starlight,
scarcely stirring.

from Mother

Were it not for the way you taught me to look
at the world, to see the life at play in everything,
I would have to be lonely forever.

from A Man's Voice

that wind remembers their names.