Before the mirror,
the mirror dressed in growing
green, grateful, delighted
to read her introduced soul
to a melting pot of souls,
She presents to hearts and edges,
lovers, mothers, fathers,
all who want to hear --- blended,
torn, mended, creating, some blind
of their, and her, ingredient status,
delicious in sour dough bread
of the universe. She reads glowing,
the glow of pregnancy, with dignity,
the dignity of confidence, mirrored,
undaunted, eyes sparkling. Sparkling.
Pure. True. Without memory,
she practices with enthusiasm
the patient, steady, morning
score in d flat major - complex
and simple. The room fills
with a lilac hue and scent.
She speaks in light, in dark,
a star speaking to stars, in dark,
in light, able to root deep,
undulate far, far and beyond.
Blissful. Vibrant. Quiet.
She sits down, imagines her distant,
and then near, singing, always
singing. Gladly she writes
the list for today, sips green
leafy tea, aware of a symbiosis,
part of her heart, their hearts, one heart,
forever, that cannot be
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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