Sun pours into this house,
water from an endless pitcher
filling a crystal glass to the ceiling,
I listen to a lullaby of drops
like a mellifluous, soaking rain,
a xylophone of sounds,
a healing meditation.
My son wakes this quiet house,
energy drumming from his room,
rhythmic waves he's practicing
focuses our hearing.
I listen to the rifts repeat,
mingling with melting icicles,
as sun beams warm this little space
in healing meditation.
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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