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, January 18, 2012

A couch potato is a vined tomato,
growing bigger, too heavy.
What delicious potential! 
Vegetable stew, ratatouille, 
tomato mango salsa, 
tomato tarragon soup,
in an onion omelet, tomato basil salad.
Instead, too weighted, it drops
from the vine - blop! - to the ground.
Out of view, shaded, slowly dying,
until someone's hands reach down 
to pick it up, holding it in the sun.
"Oh! What a beautiful tomato!
I'm so glad I found you.  
Now you won't go to waste."
Infinite reciped possibilities
await a fallen ripe tomato.
Infinite hobbied possibilities
await a rehabilitated couch potato.

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