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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Sunday, September 23, 2012


It is one piece, one of many.
Dare we examine it,
every angle, ingredient, 
microscoped in every light and shade,
even in the dark, without
the whole, without the rest?
We do. Unbalanced, tired,
I do, and am sorry for it.

Take all of me or none.
I have been crying.
There is a piece lived with my head
afraid under my pillow. 
I hold it out with all the rest.
You do not need to accept it.

And I?  Your hands hold out
your entirety.  Take all of me,
or none. Sweet Sir, you do not say.
Yet, you are willing, longing.
I am a tired hipocrite.
Please, patience.
Give me the morrow.
Give me the morrow to accept,
cherish all of you.
I gift you the same of me.


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