His hands write,
dance with piano keys,
tuned softly in
meditative tai chi,
aligned with words he speaks,
his smiles and laughter.
They reach out to others peacefully,
these beautiful hands that heal every day,
every single day.
Some say he is a master. As all
masters, he admits to being none.
I observe his hands flowing
with the 10,000 things
They hold me intrigued,
like his expressions,
like his poetry.
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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