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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Monday, February 6, 2012

Buddy's here, the small, old dog
with a terminal heart condition.
I don't believe in terminal.
I'm watching Buddy for a somewhat friend
who's in Puerto Rico in the sun.

I've been thinking about healing,
how miracles happen, terminal
prognosis turning around, retreating,
erasing like chalk from a board,
disappearing as if it never was here.

While Buddy's visiting I've decided
to try to cure him or help him to live
beyond six months, into the summer
he loves.  So... I've been sending
Buddy green, bright, spring green....

green, the color vibration of healing.
Buddy's my green little healing machine,
my cute chiwawa-beagle green bean.
He's old, but strong, green and lean.
I'm surrounding him with an aura

of healing, growing verdantment,
imagining this energy flowing
like water around him, believing
him happy, healthy, whole.
Belief is how miracles happen.
So.. I am going to believe in healing
Buddy.







1 comment:

  1. What a very nice poem about my dog, Buddy. Thank you. -Fred

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