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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Sunday, July 10, 2016

For the Birds Around my House

The feeder I am,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit and sweetened water,
fills the feeder and the plate.

The house is flying
light and down,
dipping in water,
thrust of wings,
to a piccolo pitch
perched on an oak branch.

My life is not my own,
not my joy,
although it is a joy!
I am the feeder,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit and sweetened water,
fills the feeder and the plate.
I am here for them.






Saturday, July 9, 2016

All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf,
half-translucent in the sun,
a study of variation -
green and line,
curve and drape,
layers of light and shadow,
distance and measurement,
miracle in the minuscule.
I ignore all thoughts,
and the urge to give up being
thorough.
I draw till we're in conversation,
exchanging compliments,
arranging get-togethers,
sharing a cup of tea.