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
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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