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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Thursday, March 28, 2013

    Sun pours into this house,
   water from an endless pitcher
  filling a crystal glass to the ceiling,
            melting snow.
  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.

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