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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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

A charming charm of lemon and black
gold finches socialize every summer
in my yard. They fly like roller coasters
and glide over ethereal hills and valleys.
I sit still as a statue on my deck watching
them gather three feet away at the feeder.
Occasionally, I'll play the piano for them.
When they perch in the trees, I attend
a symphony of talented gold finches.
Could their music be partly for me?

And four lines from Emily Dickinson
A Bird, came down the Walk —
He did not know I saw —
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

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