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, June 30, 2012

Now out of the pool,
I sit before lazy susans
in my mom's back yard
different bees
lighting, landing, flitting,
a little bee with bits of yellow
a larger bee with airplane wings,
bumble and honey bees all
love these lemon and golden flowers
black in the middle.

Richard and Emma
flip into the water,
splashing, swimming
in the yellow sun.
He puts a pink
frizbee on top of his head
We can't help but laugh
and I think of Jim.
They float around on a noodles.
Mom and Anne Marie are in the pool
talking, too, about mom's water exercise
teacher, who used to be a ballet dancer.
The're now talking about healthy
food.  I'm listening to everything.
Sound of the water,
birds singing, conversations,
cars on the streets beyond the house,
the distant train whistling...





Friday, June 29, 2012

Just a dandelion,
after all.
What matters in killing
a dandelion?

Just a honey bee,
after all.
What matters in killing
a honey bee?

Just an gold finch,
after all.
What matters in killing
a goldfinch?

Just a chinook salmon,
after all.
What matters in killing
a chinook salmon?

Just a cobb 500,
after all.
What matters in killing
a cobb 500?

Just a swift fox,
after all.
What matters in killing
a swift fox?

Just an eagle,
after all.
What matters in killing
an eagle?

Just a key deer,
after all.
What matters in killing
a key deer?

Just a cow,
after all.
What matters in killing
a cow?

Just a fresh water dolphin,
after all.
What matters in killing
a fresh water dolphin?

Just a blue fin tuna,
just a bison,
a gaur,
a siberian tiger,
a polar bear,
a basking shark,
an african elephant,
great white shark,
killer whale,
blue whale,
after all.

Just a human being,
after all,
What matters in killing
a human being?

Just life, just the earth,
just, just...
killing.

Killing is never
just.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

  Merry, sacred day!

From this day forth,
                    sweet, 
             sweet, 
         petals
of white roses
shall f
           l
              y
  carpeting the ground of                                                                                      
brave Justice John Roberts
 - wherever his direction,
    - whatever he faces.

He freely stepped into the
           burning,
         life-giving 
              sun. 

  Merry, sacred day!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Talking to mom about
the moon... far, so far,
where I will never live,
and home.

We talked today about
chi, energy, auras,
not thinking -
  dogs and cats -
Soni's two cats -
 harvesting dill -
grass in the pool -
  Sisi, the Empress of Austria
and Queen of Hungary -
a baby raccoon investigating the patio -
  Waterton Lakes where she studied
wild flowers -
  my step dad's spirit -
her being alone,
alone in this house they designed
with beauty, memorabilia,
excursions around the world -
  and, of course, about me loving a man,
   possibly
          loving
                 an
                   intriguing man -
so much to talk about!

We could talk all summer,
winter, spring and not stop.
So.. three weeks won't be enough.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Hold my hand.
Do not let go.
Even if,
for a moment,
I start to move
away.
Pull me softly back.
I am worth the pulling back.

Walk me to your room,
in these moments
you are my world,
my breath,
my reason.

I look up at you,
do not worry
if, for a moment,
tears fill
my eyes.
Kiss them softly from my face.
I am worth your kissing my tears.

One day,
I'll walk you
to my room.
In those moments,
I will be your world,
your breath,
your reason.
You will know
I am fragile, strong
and why I am worthy
of you.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Sunday, June 24, 2012

opaque inch worm
yoga master

 d  f                     d f                                                              d f                          d  f                     d f
 r                       r      a                                                         r      a                       r                       r      a
 a  o                 a         c                                                    a            c                    a   o                 a         c
w                   w             i                                              w                i                  w                   w            i
 r   l              n                n                                          n                     n                r    l             n                n
o                w                    g          plank pose           w                          g              o                w                   g           plank pose
f    d   to  do                      dog  to                   to  do                               dog   to   f     d   to  do                        dog  to                

journeying
on the bark
of a favorite tree