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 15, 2012

           Sonnet Five

He knew she was a rare beauty,
although her eyes were gray,
they shined into his days
with love and never duty.
His caring wavered with time.
Her desires not on his list,
intent to put his goals first,
a corporate ladder to climb.
Until, early to atrophy,
illness bled to her bones,
her body full of stones.
He altered his list, his gravity,
writing of love, then duty.
She died still a rare beauty.

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