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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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Now out of the pool,
I sit before lazy susans
in my mom's back yard
different bees
lighting, landing, flitting,
a little bee with bits of yellow
a larger bee with airplane wings,
bumble and honey bees all
love these lemon and golden flowers
black in the middle.

Richard and Emma
flip into the water,
splashing, swimming
in the yellow sun.
He puts a pink
frizbee on top of his head
We can't help but laugh
and I think of Jim.
They float around on a noodles.
Mom and Anne Marie are in the pool
talking, too, about mom's water exercise
teacher, who used to be a ballet dancer.
The're now talking about healthy
food.  I'm listening to everything.
Sound of the water,
birds singing, conversations,
cars on the streets beyond the house,
the distant train whistling...





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