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, March 28, 2015

I hand them all to
You, path-clearing
    from squalls and seasons -
      debris, litter,
       thorns, sticks, logs, rocks,
    last year's, no, decades,
       of fallen leaves.
I pull out copious weeds,
hand them over.
No matter
    how weighted, sharp,
      wet or moldy,
no matter the number,
or that we work every day,
You remain!
     First I sang to make it easier.
Now our task is joy!
  I sing with devotion, turn,
hand each one to You.
  Where are
You putting everything,
  everything disappearing?
You laugh and say, "It doesn't matter,
just keep handing them to
Me."

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

We have no idea
what a miracle is.
Giving and receiving blend
like paint on a shapless,
illusory, moving mural.
We have no idea
how there is no difference,
a nebula, minuscule -
a whisp of dust, immense -
what same is.
We have no idea
how everything we see
and everything we don't see
is one and one reason
to be infinitely grateful.
One miracle.
We have no idea
we are blessed
beyond imagining.

Monday, March 2, 2015

I wrote of a daily kiss,
all morning imagining
what it would be like
to kiss one person daily
for the rest of my life.
It was a morning perfectly spent,
living part of a life in four hours
and over 12,000 kisses.
I've had enough kissing
for awhile.