Journal Exercise: Sensory Paragraph: Three:

[Yeah, I know, a day late…but it’s here…and hopefully well worth the wait.]

Observe a routine occurance this week and write one sensory image paragraph. A sensory image paragraph should include all five of your senses and one use of figurative language (similie, metaphor, etc.).

As I walked through the woods, I was attacked by the silken threads of spider webs, too thin and delicate to see as I moved past. The air was warm, filled with the scents of nature around me. Birds called to one another in the trees, several diffrent calls filling the sky. As I moved through the trees, I was careful to keep the bucket I carried as still as possible, not wanting to upset it’s inhabitant. The deer path climbed the hill, winding through the woods, and over fallen trees. The maze finaly led me to my destination, a sunlight break in the tall trees that surround the area. Kneeling down I began to slowly open the lid to the bucket, with the first click of the top I could hear the hissing of it’s occupant. Removing the cover I looked down to see the puff adder, his head flattened out in annoyance of his relocation, or his mode of travel at least. Tipping the bucket, I urged the brown, black, and tan serpant from what had been his plastic prison, and watched as he slithered on his way. On my return, I was feeling the effects of the hurried trip, as my mouth had became quite dry. The river danced before me on the left, calling me to come to it. Heeding the call of the water, I made my way to the river bank. The liquid was cool against my fingers, and even cooler as it slid down my parched throat. The water tasted fresh, and revitalizing, curing the dryness that had overtaken my mouth. As I continued, and emerged from the treeline, my heart ached to return to the woods. Sadly I continued on the path that would take me home, as night would be coming soon, and the setting sun would turn the friendly forest into a dense mass of spooky shadows.

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Unnamed           November 16, 1993
My heart’s in torture
My heart’s in pain
My teardrops fall
like the pouring rain

I get so confused
I don’t understand
the words disappear
like waves over sand

My love is divided
in so many ways
it tortures my nights
it haunts my days

I’m always so lonely
I’m always so sad
I try to be good
but I always seem bad

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I’ve got a few more writing exercises in this section…and then it’s on to the section that’s specifically on poetry…