My stomach knots when the phone rings
morning and evening, when you sometimes call.
A beautiful, braided knot...
You braided my hair once,
the night we admired distant, white stars,
before you left.
Sometimes, I sense it during the day,
like aching hunger without being hungry,
or anxiousness... nervousness too...
as if something is missing - a part of myself.
Can it be that you are a part of myself?
A part of myself far away, far away,
traveling by bus nestled roads to Delphi,
a part of myself far away, so far away,
gazing up at night at the Acropolis in lights...
that this beautifully braided knot hurts.
Where is my scarce, pragmatic self?
I must find her, because soon,
soon... heaven be with me,
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
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