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, June 22, 2025

This sallow, sorry morning

I water the garden before the sun is high,

and count many dawning yellow-white blossoms

on just one tomato vine.


Every day I am wondering,

how far is love to reach?

- and now I heard of bombing - 

There’s water on my hands and feet.


There’s water on my hands and feet

and in the air around me.

How far can love reach

on this sallow, sorry morning?





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