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A lesson for the Poetry Class
Lesson 4: punctuate the following poem.

Elusive Imaginings
...like feathers on the wind...

A fragile figment flutters softly down;
landing with grace, but not a single sound.
Feather soft, it sits on the barren page:
awaiting my pen, which will craft its stage.

Pen; hand as one begin to form and shape;
fashioning the scene designing the drape.
Fair figment hovers on the gentle breeze;
created by pen strokes flowing with ease.

Then, a darkened cloud suddenly takes form;
strong blowing wind, it's threatening to storm.
I grasp at the figment, but it takes flight:
before I can grasp, it is gone from sight.

I wait in the darkness holding my pen.
Hoping the notion will arrive again;
but it is gone – this i must consent.
My figment has flown, folded up its tent.

Elusive imaginings float on the wind;
when one flutters by, I'll begin again.



Lesson 4: Winters Wail ( 4th poem) by Judith D. (Apondia)

Winter stalks the land with freeze
Weather has no comforting breeze
Wild birds look for comfort in nests
Wishing the cold would take a rest

Someday spring will bring back the rain;
Easy to wish for warmth again.
Sometimes the weather turns gentle
Keeping at bay winter mental

Even now I can’t keep quiet
Snow drifts cause a mental riot
Make some popcorn, open a book
Curl up in a warm little nook.

Peace returns I’m warm and content
Almost like summer in a tent
Winter requires a special pace
Keeping warm can make you feel safe.

Lesson 4: Winters Wail ( 4th poem) by Judith D. (Apondia)
Corrected Punctuation

Winter stalks the land with freeze;
weather has no comforting breeze.
Wild birds look for comfort in nests;
wishing the cold would take a rest.

Someday, spring will bring back the rain;
easy to wish for warmth again.
Sometimes, the weather turns gentle;
keeping at bay winter mental.

Even now, I can’t keep quiet;
snow drifts cause a mental riot.
Make some popcorn, open a book,
curl up in a warm little nook.

Peace returns, I’m warm and content:
almost, like summer in a tent.
Winter requires a special pace.
Keeping warm can make you feel safe.
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