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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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Michael recites my love poem,
on his way to dog sledding
on the Iron Range -
last time it was from a helicopter,
before jumping into sky.
I sit silent on the sofa.
His sweet, strong voice
I would eat if I could,
clear, through the phone.
I tell him so, in the accent
of the Transylvania Count, 
"I want to eat your voice."
he laughs, then says,
"and I have eaten your poetry.
Many times. This poem is mine."
In the space between us I hear
swishing of wind shield wipers
clearing away snow.


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