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, September 2, 2012

I tried last night, but could not write,
and the night before,
slanted differently in the kitchen,  
the great room, where my family congregates.
My children flocked for one day and away.

I want the day back to live though again
to love and laugh and smile through
sanguine with all I have learned.

The tulip tree says with yellow and gold
 Leaves midst the green, like jewelweed flowers,
that fall nears.  Musical Orion is taller than me,
kind Sara Eve studies to teach abroad and
turquoise Zoli and Amanda
remind me of beautiful Zoli and Anda.
Michael asks if he passed, as if he could ever fail
in my eyes.

It is I who fail in feeling moments lost.
Nothing is lost and all is yellow,
golden and green from melted snow.
My children flocked through for one day and away.
They will many times in seasons antecedent.

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