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, March 25, 2014

Monday, March 24, 2014

Sunday, March 23, 2014

In disappearing snow, golden
groggy grass appearing, fresh
sun flower seeds in the feeder
I miss you.

In opening my sun roof,
happiness of my people as we drive along
wondering about weightless blue sky
I miss you.

In raw taco salad made with walnuts,
sundried tomatoes, spices, avocados and arugula
that I want to tell you about and share,
I miss you.

In songs I am singing and love -
have you heard of  "Je Luis Dirai"
and "La Tribu de Dana?"
I miss you.

In French I am learning - your
replacement - melancholy, sunny,
stunningly human and touchable,
I miss you.

Walking around thawing Minnesota lakes,
I miss you.

In my undressing and dressing,
my laying down, moving aside
brown curtains to fall asleep under stars,
I miss you.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

All evening French words
one brick at a time mon ami
un brique rouge, deux, trois,
millions of synapses.
Across land and sea,
sur terre et sur mer,
to Paris the path is built
one brick at a time mon ami.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

An icicle falls.
A gold finch flies.
I try to be open to small things
knowing they are not small at all,
working with an earnest, open heart.
Still a symphony plays in my mind
music like mist from far away
of a place I have never been.
I hear it often daily now and wonder,
what it is that I can give?
One day I hope to meet courageous,
beautiful Kiev, live there for a summer,
stroll the streets, learn the language,
drink wine, loving conversations,
merrily unafraid.
In Spring's yawning and first morning words,
in the passing of a lemon-yellow finch,
winter colors gone and abilities
beyond any human pilot,
in the sudden falling of an icicle
sparkling like melting diamonds,
I find hope.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Every day should be such a day
from the first breath in the dark
when you know you are awake
to the last before sleep
not wanting it to end
every day should be such a day.

Every day should be such a day
when you know you are special
that the day is yours
and that you are kind
and beautiful as morning light
every day should be such a day.

Every day should be such a day
where every sound is music
where stillness is a melody
and life is for rejoicing
You know that you belong
Every day should be such a day!

Monday, March 3, 2014

It is not long since we spoke.
It was yesterday, this morning,
an hour ago, now, as you sit beside me
on my sofa in my dream.