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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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

His fix is medication to sedate her.
Being looses tone and meaning.
The wind she loves is only cold.
The 10,000 greens are only green.

Textures, blossums, beautiful branches,
sun loving leaves of all her favorite trees,
she cannot climb, she will not see,
as she writes sedated poems.
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