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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Sunday, February 26, 2012

He unintentionally baited the hook so well
I bit down hard and he pulled me to shore
and rolled out a red carpet before me.
I stepped out from my comfortable sea.
A coward I am not, I'm here to know.
He said it sound's like the finest cello
the sound of his living 100-year-old
Steinway grand, reminding me of the red violin.
I desire to hear it, place my hands on the keys,
play his piano and then hear him play.
I'd write music and lyrics from May to May.

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