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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Monday, April 23, 2012

                   Sonnet 13

Are these sonnets to easy to understand,
to black and white, to close for binoculars,
intermediate not premier, tamed and reined,
words without melody, in my hand's palm?
Recently, I read an exquisite, high brow poem,
with such complexity I had to read it
repeatedly, wondering would I ever be home
with this elite poem?  What does it mean?
Home being where breeding begins,
I decided to bring Elite home for a day,
reading word after word, part after part,
over and over, till memorized by heart.
Understanding, and more, opened to me,
the author's vision again set free.

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