Lesson #4

Corrections are in red.

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.


Intwined Love
by Taisha

Harmonious are our hearts to be
a sudden structure waiting to appear
God's hand's are the only ones I see
when worldly woes expose what is fear

Endless love of insatiable glee
refulgent voices whispering I hear
The sudden breeze of soul's being free
a beautiful song I long to be near


Intwined Love
by Taisha

Harmonious are our hearts to be;
a sudden structure waiting to appear.
God's hand's are the only ones I see,
when worldly woes expose what is fear.

Endless love of insatiable glee;
refulgent voices whispering I hear.
The sudden breeze of soul's being free,
a beautiful song I long to be near.