Today I wash the backyard deck, singing
with Five for Fighting on the boom box...
"when you only got one hundred years to live.."
Will I live 100 years,
be washing my deck then and
planting lettuce seeds in early spring?
Balmy breezes blow my long brown hair
with a river of fluid, pretty gray.. at 54.
We've got to make gray graceful,
winkles radient and hip,
keep sparkles in our wise eyes.
So we shall, we lovers of life.
The deck shiny, I plant in clay pots mesculn,
arugula, kale, wheat grass, collard greens seeds.
Soon I'm off to yoga. I lengthen muscles,
still my mind, connect with Source - our Creator.
Source made me enthusiastic, to sing, to write,
to play piano. Source wants bliss for me,
to live a long life... be beautiful at 100 years old,
and wants that for you too.
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.
© 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 Claudia Callaghan
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