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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Sunday, April 29, 2012

           Sonnet 19

The first time I sang to you
was in your candle lit room
on your bed between caresses.
In flickering gold and dark
you grasped my hands tight.
Do you remember that night?
Without regret or searching
for reasons, I no longer
sing to you.
Your strong, smooth hands
will never again grasp mine.
Our passion passed into light
like Minnesota melting snow
we love.

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