With thunder and lightening, a harmonic duet,
I am in my ballet slippers ready to practice
a favorite song, "Into White."
The garden is accompanied by howling wind,
shaking the tall curtainless windows.
The spider is motionless in the corner on the wooden floor.
I see her in a bolt of lightening.
Cat Steven's voice is perfection, made more perfect
with the lyrical river of rain outside.
I'm wondering in passe as I slowly move
my arm up curved above my head
how you can question the existence of God.
Would you like a pair of ballet slippers?
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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