This sweet morning, Little Running
Horse and I escape in a down wealth,
of raven, luminous, thunder clouds,
surrounded by healing, cool water
like dolphins in a pod of two.
This afternoon I'm off to an
interview hearing a bird chorus
under blue, humid skies wondering
where days and moments will go.
Love what you do. Forget the ideas -
no money exists in writing poetry,
music, stopping to create ones self.
Blend in, baby, blend in, blend in -
remember to be a dolphin at 54.
Thank you, my sister Sheri, for
your two word change suggestion,
that I thought was brilliant here.
You and Mom are my best critics!
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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