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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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

He flies above me,
in his loaded airplane
with a loaned vision from someone else,
not me, not me at all.
He cannot shoot me anymore,
demand I sacrifice myself,
or throw my poems and flowers,
my songs and dreams into fire,
his fire...

love cannot burn.

How can one from afar examine,
know a human heart?
I sing everywhere
Mending my childhood wounds.
You, with false assumptions,
are not in the sky.
The sky I love.
You are in your made up world
and know nothing of me.

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