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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Thursday, March 22, 2012

My voice sounds horse,
nay, not from yelling
at my four-teen-year old
free-spirited son, a challenge
to rein in I admit,
or from catching a cold, 
descending like opaque violet
fog in early spring.

I set my voice free....
like a wild mare running 
through city streets, suburbs,
into farmland, past horses - 
with a stallion catching her eye -
over hills, into wilderness.

I set my voice free....  
sang like pouring rain in winter,
like the summer sun in spring.
The passion, joy... of singing
classical songs in French,
German, Italian for hours!

Now, I speak in a pastel,
raspy, bitter-sweet whisper,
like dancing all night and walking
on sore feet in the morning.
I think I should set my voice free
more often. 

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