This gentle dawn my piano seemed to
play itself moving my hands before
anything, before stepping out under
lillac skies to walk my canine sister,
before sipping a hot cup of earl gray
between bites of blueberry muffins,
before splashing cool water on my face,
brushing my teeth, but not before
the reverie of waking, breathing deeply.
Quietly mornings bloom now, past mornings
fade without trying - except for my
mornings with you. They are pulling
me forward to my piano, melodious,
poetic days and adventurous terrain!
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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