I apologize, new friends, to you
for not shining steadily through,
my promise days over due
like a late library book,
everywhere carefully looked
for, yet, like a fish unhooked.
I hope there is no accruing fine
as days passed without lines,
without writing in horizontal time.
Lost. Is not time an illusion
and time's bending a miracle fusion?
My promise unkept a delusion?
Is my apology not needed
then? Undone is done heeded.
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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