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.
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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