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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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

She was covered more than a nun,
  black as coal. I knew nothing of her,
      except she could be me 
 by the blink of God
         and I her.  
Then I would trail behind him
  unaware he is eyeing a colorful woman
    head to toe coveting her,
  she, poet, speaker, creator of goodwill,
    suddenly senses being sliced,
         like a packaged commodity, 
   viewed naked.

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