Eyes sting, skin's hot, breath's jagged.
I head backwards, look down, forget about sky,
my children, rose bouquets, musicals, lilac trees,
summer tomatoes. I don't hear you encouraging.
I wish for gentleness.
My words in my hands.
My words in my face.
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.
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