Wally watches his waving hand
as if he has not seen it before,
as if it were an angel's wing.
Back and forth, he rhythmically rocks,
grinning to music, kool 108,
entrance to his enigmatic world.
Beside him on the rocking chair,
I groove and listen, am honored to visit,
his place where there is only music.
No chairs, no house, no cars outside,
no squirrels jumping tree to tree,
no sidewalks and mid-summer gardens,
no visions, no feelings
no thoughts, no one else at all.
We are synchronized, parallel
until even we disappear.
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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