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The five senses are used by poets to create details and build images in their poems. The following game is designed to build the writer’s skills in this area. Complete the following lines using the five senses. Be as specific as you can.. Imagine, on any given day, your example(s) for each sense will be completely different!
The sound of –
The taste of –
The feel of –
The smell of –
The sight of –
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EX: The sound of a train’s whistle in the middle of the night
EX: The taste of lemonade on a summer afternoon.
EX: The feel of a baseball snug in my hands
EX: The smell of apples on a crisp October day.
EX: The sight of a feather floating in the breeze
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Last edited by Freesia16 : 07-02-2010 at 10:54 AM. |
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The sound of a vacuum cleaner in the hallway behind a locked apartment door.
The taste of coffee sipped on a cool shaded balcony. The taste of sharp cheddar and cool granny smith apples. The feel of cool wet dewy grass between my toes. The smell of manure coming up on you as you drive through the country with windows down. The sight of sparrows hopping through the branches of an old pine tree. The sight of distant trees swaying in the wind.
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The sound of children's laughter in the park
The taste of Chocolate Italian IceThe sight of white clouds drifting slowly across a blue sky
The smell of suntan lotion on the breeze
The feel of the cool damp grasses beneath my bare feet
Chi 2010
Great idea, Freesia16
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The Sound Of Insects Tapping On The Windows....
The Taste Of Sweet Country Butter On A Corn Muffin The Sight Of Kittens Jumping In The Air To Land On Their Feet The Smell Of A Freshlhy Talcumed Baby- B0tt0m And The Feel Of The Smooth Top Of The P-nut Butter Before The First Scars Are Inflicted Upon It.... "these Are A Few Of My Favorite Things!... |
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The sound of the ocean
The taste of watermelon on a summer day The feel of a hug from someone you love The smell of honeysuckle in June The sight of a night full of stars Thanks Freesia. This makes us think of all the little things that make life worth living! Joanne |
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The sound of music lulling you to sleep
The taste of lips so sweet The feel of a lovers passionate embrace The smell of perfume in the night air The sight of anticipation written on on your face Thank you Free for the wonderful idea, to get the creative juices flowing! Last edited by susanna51 : 07-02-2010 at 07:42 PM. |
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The sound of spring peepers in April
The taste of a good pinot grigio The feel of towels just out of the dryer the smell of brownies baking the sight of a fleeting humminbird I love that you have us thinking of these things, Free. It reminds us of all we take for granted. Joanne |
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The chirping sound of crickets on a warm summer night
The feel of fresh cotton bed sheets coming down to rest upon my skin The scent of a Hausermann orchid in full bloom The sight of lit candles flickering together in the dark The taste of salt on the tip of my tongue Chi2010
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The sight of a man wearing a bowler hat, red shirt and billowy shiny gold pants walking on stilts.
The feel of shade after stepping under a tree out of the noonday sun. The feel of the wind pushing back your hair as you ride your bike. The taste of soft, grilled sweet red peppers.. The sound of children squealing happily as they slide down a giant carnival slide. The smell of lilacs in a gentle spring breeze.
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The Sound of crickets and bull frogs in the still of the night.
The taste of his lips sweetly laced with red wine. The feel of his breath transported me to a place divine. The smell of cooling chocholate chip cookies wisped through the air. The sight of the white, long necked crane, perched on the pool, peering down into pond, made me scream, "No!". |
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