Instructions: Write to which of the five senses each of the following sentences or paragraphs appeals to.
•_______The shadows crisscrossed the rug while my cat stretched languidly in one of the patches of sun.
•_______"....Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box"
(From 'An Old Mans Winter Night' by Robert Frost)
•_______"At the next table a woman stuck her nose in a novel; a college kid pecked at a laptop. Overlaying all this, a soundtrack: choo-k-choo-k-choo-k-choo-k-choo-k--the metronomic rhythm of an Amtrak train rolling down the line to California, a sound that called to mind an old camera reel moving frames of images along a linear track, telling a story." (excerpt from 'Riding the Rails')
•_______The crimson liquid spilled from the neck of the white dove, staining and matting its pure, white feathers.
•_______"I was awakened by the strong smell of a freshly brewed coffee."
•_______"Tumbling through the ocean water after being overtaken by the monstrous wave, Mark unintentionally took a gulp of the briny, bitter mass, causing him to cough and gag."
•_______'The bed linens might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.' From Robert Frost's "The Witch of Coos"
•_______"When the others went swimming my son said he was going in, too. He pulled his dripping trunks from the line where they had hung all through the shower and wrung them out. Languidly, and with no thought of going in, I watched him, his hard little body, skinny and bare, saw him wince slightly as he pulled up around his vitals the small, soggy, icy garment. As he buckled the swollen belt, suddenly my groin felt the chill of death." From E.B.White's, 'One More To The Lake'
•_______"Gerardo's socks, still soaked with sweat from Tuesday's P.E. class, filled the classroom with an aroma akin to that of salty, week-old, rotting fish"
•_______"I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold" (From the poem "This Is Just to Say" by William Carlos Williams)
•_______"I lay still and took another minute to smell: I smelled the warm, sweet, all-pervasive smell of silage, as well as the sour dirty laundry spilling over the basket in the hall. I could pick out the acrid smell of Claire's drenched diaper, her sweaty feet, and her hair crusted with sand. The heat compounded the smells, doubled the fragrance."(excerpt from "A Map of the World", Random House)
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