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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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

              Sonnet 31

Are words like stone or cement
or water evaporating in the sun,
not heard after heard - undone,
an imaginary poetic figment?
Are they like mere bubbles
a muses momentary fable,
a distant unaffecting rumble, 
with no reason for a double 
take. What did she write?
Did I hear his words right?
Or, are words like life, life with hope? 
You, being a man of mirth
and matter, a friend I trust,
Your opinion? Are they life, or dust?


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