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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Thursday, April 19, 2012

                  Sonnet Nine

Little Running Horse sadly muzzled,
looks at me, demoted and puzzled.
What is this thing around my mouth?
she thinks, drained of her wild mirth,
mirth she feels, her true love found
in nature, where she will not bow down.
Rubbing her face against the ground
she tries to remove the foreign object,
a burden unwanted she strives to reject.
I'm determined by the course of events.
She is nothing a muzzle represents.
We walk around cat tail pond.  I lead
wondering about her various breeds.
The wolf inside her pines to be freed.

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