At Shoreview's library listening on a headset,
"When the Last Morning Glory Blooms,"
next to a happy, laughing fellow
watching a movie on the computer.
Windows in front of us along the wall,
an open curtain to cloudy skies and
tall, still green oaks, a glorious panoramic view,
I peruse between songs, sending out resumes.
I love Peter Ostroushko's violin,
imagine I'm standing under the oaks,
twirling now and then,
my hair in the wind's wake. Oh, a piano enters...
I hear nothing else closing my eyes,
minor key, violin and piano,
and laughter next to me
in the Shoreview Library.
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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