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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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Blue

From my window pane
I see blue sky.
It's calling out my name,
all the blue sky.
How can I resist the reverie
of blue, blue sky?

Like lines on a hand,
what does blue tell?
A song moves us to stand,
I know blues tell.
In the spring, her garden
sings a descant
of blue, bluebells.


Refrain
When he goes away,
or the train crashes inside,
or the winter hangs on gray,
blues behind, with colors, baby.

You see that and I see this,
let's meet in the blue space.
We'll shake hands or bow or kiss,
in the clearest blue space.
Even black and white blend into blue,
in this blue, blue space.


Refrain
When he goes away,
or the train crashes inside,
or the winter hangs on gray,
blues behind, with colors, baby.

From my window pane,
I see blue sky.
It's calling out my name,
all the blue sky.
I am running out to meet you
catching rays
of blue, blue sky!

This is a song I wrote and hope to have the recording here on this blog soon too.  These lyrics mean a lot to me, but the melody too, I believe, is beautiful.  The difference in writing a song and a poem is intriguing and I could opine about this all night and into the morning!  Blue, is poetic, however, it's structure is typical of a song.  I wrote "Blue" because I love Joni Mitchell's and Lucinda Williams' songs also called "Blue," and was inspired to write my own song "Blue," about this color I also love.

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