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.
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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