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,
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.
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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