He dubbed me, not a knight,
but to be in my next life, a whale.
My ten year old son, Zoli's
drift wood sword tapped
my one shoulder then the other
as we stood on boulders at the ocean.
"Mom, you shall be a great creature,"
he nobly announced, "an Orca."
I wish my family and friends
could be a pod of whales for one life
and then human again in the next.
Or even that people could also live
lives as seals, elephants, sparrows.
Perhaps that would be the end
of greed and a return to Eden.
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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