It's like I'm wondering
what to wear at the last minute,
with so many choices I can't think.
There's no one to help me, but me.
The world full of 10,000 things.
Covered with blankets,
with my lap top on my lap,
a fan swirling above me,
a clock ticking beside me.
Lightning bugs fly
outside my window... okay.
I'm dreaming of my day.
I'm dreaming of love too -
how I want it.
How love makes life worth
How giving makes life worth
I'm going to choose with my soul
this time, wearing my choices,
every day, every moment,
never looking back.
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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