Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia

All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
© 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 Claudia Callaghan
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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

my list is long
I am spread thin
give me my phone
bring me some gin

Friday, November 4, 2016

In the evening beside the lake,
immersed in walking
along willows and water,
moving through air
and light and color,
this walking is like flying.
I breathe in and out, stepping,
each step blending and disappearing,
strong and clear,
fragile and fleeting,
as willows and water.
This walking is like flying.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

The window is open beside my bed.
I have invited you in.
Moonlight and wind light on our skin.
We are giving in.

We trace the dancing shadow leaves,
hear each other breathing,
learn each other's poetic lines,
reciting and receiving.

I remember this, our own,
as if you had not turned to stone,
as if you are water in a lake,
I swim across for memory's sake.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

For the Birds Around my House

The feeder I am,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit,
fills the feeder and the plate.

Though I watch in wonder
the birds around my house,
so many now,
I realize who I am.
It is not for myself,
to live out my life,
and not for the joy in giving,
although it is a joy!

I am the feeder,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit,
fills the feeder and the plate.
I am here for them.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf,
strong and fragile,
half-translucent in the sun,
a study of variation,
green and line.

All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf
understanding curve,
drape and layer,
ignoring other thoughts,
the urge to give up being

All morning
I draw
one lovely Hosta leaf
till we're in conversation,
exchanging compliments,
arranging get-togethers,
sharing a cup of tea.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

This morning I see sun swirling
though eyes are closed.
I tap my cell for today's poem.
"Paris Winter" is in my room.
I put words to memory before feet touch
the floor.
How would life change
if every morning this was ritual?
Instead of news
or mildly self torturing thoughts
we vaguely think along -
we memorize a poem
and float to get our coffee.
What do you say?
30 days to become a habit.
I'm in!

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

In this circle we discuss the great book,
that could be any great book.

We gather from all directions
of this city, that could be any city.

It is the book that brought us here,
and commonalities, the driver of gravity.

Who are we?  We are artists becoming,
becoming more beautiful by the minute!

In this meeting I am unencumbered,
lead by a drawing heart,

a heart without mine,
a heart without me.

In this circle we are here to heal
and allow the other,

that could be any other.