Moment by moment, note by note, white, black, gray -
at my piano, playing Moonlight by rote, night turns into day.
Day turns into night and I am still at my piano playing.
Night turns into day in moments and note by note I am praying.
Four lines by an anonymous author
Give me a mind that is not bored,
That does not whimper, whine or sigh;
Don't let me worry overmuch
About the fussy thing called "I."
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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