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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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

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