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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Thursday, July 19, 2012

If I could write a sculpture, 
she would have a soft face, 
an airy, moonstone countenance. 
She would be a breathing sculpture,
eyes soft as kittens ears,
sparkling clear, like sunned, morning water.  
Every breath, a freeing of form,
every breath, a being of form.
Her mouth would say nothing,
yet speak without speaking.
Scenting you, she's inspired to relay,
"Your spirit is shining!
 Can you tell?"
Aware of all sounds and all touch,
her shoulders love birds
as they land.  It is a kiss,
an honor, to be a resting place
for a winged creature.
All gentleness without moving,
all moving in slow gentleness,
sensing energy in stone and without,
all beginning with the softening of her face.
Her peace-filled reach would travel far 
far beyond, far beyond
her statue.

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