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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Friday, September 30, 2011

(if I knew the sign for heart I'd put that here)

Four lines by another author,
Nancy Byrd Turner

The earth is weary of our foolish wars.
Her hills and shores are shaped for lovely things,
Yet all our years are spent in bickerings
  Beneath the astonished stars.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Break down runs after break through,
win and destroy.
Break through moseys along
carefree and unaware.

Four Lines by another author,
Robert Blake

Tyger, Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Today writing
four lines
is as impossible as
crying four tears.

Four Lines by another author,
Robert Lowry

Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river-
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

For Him, My Teacher - Five


Four Lines by another author,
Emily Dickinson

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, for him
Is aristocracy.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Sometimes when I hug Onyx in the morning
I hear Cesar whispering loudly in my ear,
"No hugging
Before walking!"

Four Lines by another author,
Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief I meet
   With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
   Or has an easier size.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

I was going to moan about the noose around my neck,
an ugly necklace put there by you - of course not me! - for all to see.
Instead, I'll meditate on the graceful, unobtrusive Tulip Tree
shining outside the window of my home put there by Being.

Four lines by another author,

The tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named
is not the eternal Name.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

I hug my two favorite trees each morning
with so much love
I feel the bark on my skin
and wind and fire in my hair.
I gave him our bed for $750,
the most comfortable bed in the world -
willingly, peacefully, kindly, hopefully
because he wanted it and he left.
I told Orion, who I love more than everything,
that I don't exist when he plays piano.
It is only him, the piano and Presence.
Funny thing is, he doesn't exist either.
Our dog is teaching me everything all over again,
things that I have known and know, but don't alway live.
She connects me to my singing
and teaches me to hug trees.
L is T, O is R
V is E and E is E.
S is S, if you wish.
Trees are loves and love is tree.