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,
fills the feeder and the plate.

Though I watch in wonder
the birds around my house,
so many now,
I realize who I am.
It is not for myself,
to live out my life,
and not for the joy in giving,
although it is a joy!

I am the feeder,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit,
fills the feeder and the plate.
I am here for them.






Saturday, July 9, 2016

All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf,
strong and fragile,
half-translucent in the sun,
a study of variation,
green and line.

All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf
understanding curve,
drape and layer,
ignoring other thoughts,
the urge to give up being
thorough.

All morning
I draw
one lovely Hosta leaf
till we're in conversation,
exchanging compliments,
arranging get-togethers,
sharing a cup of tea.