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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Sunday, July 22, 2012

She iced into a cold fish,
hardened into granite,
became a gray rose,
touched loneliness
of no feeling --

although 
she swims in warm water,
is sky from a stone, 
loves yellow roses,
tears at the break of a butterflies wing.

For 30 minutes in skin of steel,
impenetrable, she remained
hiding from her heart until
her spirit forced her out.
She cannot turn away from
loving,
even with the risk of feeling
sorrow.


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