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, December 30, 2012

Hi!  My friend!  I wave at you, throw you a kiss.
A kiss never stays on one cheek, one person's lips.
A kiss travels around the world, touching hands,
noses, foreheads, feet, earth's ground,
trees bark, rings inside, leaf adorned.

I do not need to know you
for you to feel my kiss.
It is the kiss of your sister and brother,
though I am a light tan, the color of autumn wheat.
You are light brown, color of milk chocolate,
wet beautiful clay a million miles
and one flight away.

Hi!  My friend!  I wave to you, throw you an kiss.  Bow.
Oh... happy namaste to you.
A kiss never stays on one cheek.
It travels around the world.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Today I don't have one in my heart.
No. Not in my hands or mind.
So. There is nowhere to start.
Not inclined. Confined. Unsigned.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Something happened, besides snow
  falling out of December sky,
  besides laughter and merriment.
I fell too, feeling like snow born
  somehow by an uncertain wind,
  variance on a whim.
Still, snow I love, and I love
  with all my heart.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Listening is seeing.
  They are like trees with melancholy tunes, 
  leaves hued by a hidden sun,
  ballads with blue histories.
I hug them through the phone,
  as I hug my favorite trees,
  beside the gentle pond, the gentle pond
  where late in summer two swans swam.
It doesn't matter if their stories,
  their branches, sing with beautiful birds
  or coil with chronic, crying snakes.
  My answer must be to hug them all.
Hugging is seeing too.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

I cannot write the indescribable,
like consciousness. 
Like him.  Whatever I portray,
it is an atom of who he is.
And his kisses?  Presence I keep
for myself.

Monday, December 3, 2012

I dreamt of you for the second time,
  the second time that I know of.
This morning you are on my mind,
  like Lao Tzu's 10,000 things
that make up this world from infinity.