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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Friday, July 6, 2012

I am part; I'm wind in a violet sky,
  listening to exquisite notes...
    that I am playing.

I'm playing to my Creator...
  Peter's working and I'm living 
   my day with his Steinway,
a Steinway grand that sounds
  like a cello, an ethereal cello.
    I'm drawing a cello bow.

This resonance is from 1912
when Steinway aged sounding boards
  composing metal harps with the finest 
    metals on earth.

I'm playing, too, for all animals...
  for the keys are ivory
    and move themselves.

It doesn't matter what I hear,
  my own songs, Claire de Lune,
   or one note repeated pianissimo,
     the sounds echo like waves
       in my heart.

         I will never forget it
           for as long as I live.

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