This morning she woke,
eyes still closed,
we've all been there -
on the edge, the cliff,
The past brought her here.
This morning she refused to fall
or be pushed maliciously from behind.
She turned into the present,
felt sweet wind against her body -
then passing through her cells.
She was diaphanous,
Birds flew in and out of blooming trees,
vision brushed with the Painter's pallet.
People sang in the distance,
a concert in the park.
She looked back, feet secure
Miracles are happening.
Moments can turn
into joy in seconds
when we change our minds.
is everywhere even
at the precipice.
This time she brought a
the ability to decide differently,
This morning awake,
she opened, wise, lighthearted eyes.
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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