The plate winks, waiting for me to step up,
hit a home run into afternoon sun.
I am ready too, willing to swing the bat
with my entire self, every cell in agreement.
The ground breathes. Trees wave in the wind.
The crowd is silent and raucous. I know nothing
at the winking plate. I am the bat.
I am the ball. I am the body.
And I am going to hit a home run
into afternoon sun.
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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