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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Friday, February 10, 2012

My beautiful Moon Beam ran
outside tonight under my feet
as I was carrying Buddy in.
It was 5 degrees.  One hour passed.
One hour I searched, calling,
"Moon! Moon Beam!" under
a full bright moon, my face
bitten by the wind, sighting 
her dart like arrows across 
the lawns, impossible to catch.

She's purring now, curled up
on my lap, still cool, contented 
from her winter night reverie.
I, on the other hand, sit numb,
numb and relieved.  I lost it
for several moments, crying
seeing myself finding frozen
Moon Beam on the morning snow.
Now that all is right in this
twin home of millions of homes,
I think Moon has the right idea.
I'm going to curl up under 
my down blankets, cozy
and warm and go to sleep.




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