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 23, 2012

Weeds are multiplying, procreating
       recklessly -
indifferent -   breaking though pebbles
on my garden path.
They look like clover planning a gardenary take over.

I pull them placing them
in the brimming bucket -
                          brimming with green -
then into the trash bin.
What gives me the right to uproot them?

I am a giant.
            These are my castle grounds.
Bugs inside, I catch in a cup,
          freeing them in my garden, but weeds?
I have my limits.
I must defend my lawn from united weed usurpers.

What makes a weed a weed?
Weeds grow,
       haphazard,
where          they do not belong.
Perhaps then...
    some people are weeds.
Or perhaps,
there are no weeds at all.

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