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, 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
beauty.
My hands swirl,
as thought remains steady,
frequency high and colorful.

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