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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Saturday, May 25, 2013

He gives me roses,
transposes my moves.
Around my rows,
I juxtapose his garden.


Monday, May 13, 2013

wombed winter white
 is reborn green, 
green like sunbathing
 sugar snap peas


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Yes, I can't sleep.
It is your face,
the comical look,
one eye closed, chin forward,
lips crooked, that face,
I see in my mind's eye,
that makes me burst out laughing
at 1 am.

Yes, I can't sleep.
It is your face,
as you lift a glass of wine to me,
eyes sparkle, sincerity flows -
no one toasts like you.
I feel like star dust that I am,
clay on a potter's wheel
shaped with yours.
It is that face,
I see in my mind's eye
at 1 am, that makes me think,
you're color I adore
after winter.

Yes, I can't sleep.
It is your face
I retreat from,
turn to the book,
the one you bought me,
because otherwise I might
pull an all-nighter
jump out of bed at 1 am,
run to the piano to write a song,
Yes, that would be
the second song you inspired.
It is easy to see CDs.



Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had,
that started my war.

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had,
that started my war -
  my war I'm ending.

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had,
that started my war -
  my war I'm ending
in peace negotiations.

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had,
that started my war -
  my war I'm ending
in peace negotiations
because I love and believe.

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had
that started my war -
  my war I'm ending
in peace negotiations
  because I love and believe,
not just a little or some of the time.

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had,
that started my war -
  my war I'm ending
in peace negotiations
  because I love and believe,
not just a little or some of the time,
  but in the majority.

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had,
that started my war -
  my war I'm ending
in peace negotiations
  because I love and believe,
not just a little or some of the time,
  but in the majority.
Now I don't miss what I never had.

Even after all this time -
  I miss what I never had
when growing up,
  what I never had,
that started my war -
  my war I'm ending
in peace negotiations
  because I love and believe,
not just a little or some of the time,
  but in the majority.
Now I don't miss what I never had.
  I have it.


Sunday, May 5, 2013

Orion, snare drumming,
confident -
like his namesake shines.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Running Energy (second pass)

running chords of energy   laughing Michael
I'm a piano   under your practicing hands
keyboard singing as you glide
over me Michael   learning to feel    music
we cannot and can see    life
that is not and is our own
in this veiled room, white from snow,
in the evening April air -  feathers fly through windows
bel canto    we're alabaster instruments 
tuned to love and water    space   running chords of energy
healing Michael   you're a piano   under my practicing 
hands     keyboard singing as I glide
over you Michael   learning to feel    harmony
we cannot and can see    life
that is not and is our own

Wednesday, May 1, 2013