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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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Omi died, 
refusing food from a tube,
resolved, dissolving, dignified, into bone. 
In her sentient stories, glorious and tragic, 
tears never fell or laughter sounded
from her European mouth that never spoke of war.
I cry for her and laugh (she thought)
I hate and honor her decision,
not to live.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Standing at the sink,
like a coral flamingo,
one foot on the wooden kitchen floor,
one foot above my knee,
in perfect part-tree pose.
My hands alligned in soapy,
slippery, warm water,
slowly washing dishes,
one dish per line.

Beside me,
open on my music, staff-book stand,
like vased, fresh-picked gardinas,
a book of poetry wafts,
whirling like snow in wind,
now melting into earth that I am.
I smell spring flowers

as I read aloud,
one line per dish,
soaking in visions -
cups, plates, bowls
delicately painted,
purposefully painted,
with buds, blooms, berries
My hands swirl,
as thought remains steady,
frequency high and colorful.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Monday, April 22, 2013

running energy   laughing  I'm a piano
under your practicing hands   my body singing
as you move above me   we're learning to feel
what we cannot see   life that is and is not our own 
the room is pale white from snow in this evening's April air   
next to the window feathers fly through   bel canto
we're alabaster-crystal hued instruments   tuned with snow 
you're a piano under my practicing hands   healing  
running energy

Sunday, April 21, 2013

I decided yesterday
      I couldn't write anymore
and here I am writing,
      to you again.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Six minutes to lose my carriage,
  kingdom, gown, my handsome prince,
    till all the lights go out.
      Morning I get them all back!