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.
© 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 Claudia Callaghan
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

         His hands write,
    dance with piano keys,
move slowly,
           tuned softly in
        meditative tai chi,
move freely,
     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
                gently, easily.
They hold me intrigued,
               like his expressions,
                             like his poetry.

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