Wind visited today, first in my dreams,
whistling, singing through my window,
enticing me to go outside. When I did,
I was blown away, not in the hearing,
as music in the air, not in the seeing,
as in words on a page, but in feeling.
Feeling the wind against my body,
my coat, my skirt flying, my face kissed -
eyes, forehead, cheeks, chin, nose,
temples, lips, a hundred times and more,
beyond my skin, it's heart opening,
spilling out. Wind soaring, whispering,
a tempest, a gentle breeze, scatters seeds
and bends my heart as it bends trees.
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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