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Sep. 22nd, 2004 11:06 pmA pome
Drafted in the spirit of egalitarianism this afternoon in my creative writing workshop. Game goes, fold a piece of paper into 4. Write down a concrete noun in one 'box', then a 'is like...' simile in the facing box. Do the same on the bottom row with an abstract noun. Rip your piece of paper up and then pass different times to the left and right, so you're left with a new set of nouns and similes. Match up two you like and write something.
I opted for 'Life...is like mustard'
Spring Clean - first draft
My cupboards are full of crap
Things I can't quite throw away
Doors jammed shut to hide my indiscretions
I'm a hoarder
I've always been cautious
But today it is spring
Today I will purge the lot
Start over
The kitchen is the worst
Shelves full of packets, sachets, jars
Things I was never adventurous enough to use
All wasted now
Well past their best before
I reach to the top shelf, tip-toed
Fingers stretch to the back
There is something I can't quite reach
Then suddenly - shit!
Out topples a jar of out of date dijon
Egging the floor in puddles
I sit on the linoleum and cry
Thinking about how life is like mustard
Too tart, too strong for my stomach
Sitting unused on the top shelf
Gathering dust.
Drafted in the spirit of egalitarianism this afternoon in my creative writing workshop. Game goes, fold a piece of paper into 4. Write down a concrete noun in one 'box', then a 'is like...' simile in the facing box. Do the same on the bottom row with an abstract noun. Rip your piece of paper up and then pass different times to the left and right, so you're left with a new set of nouns and similes. Match up two you like and write something.
I opted for 'Life...is like mustard'
Spring Clean - first draft
My cupboards are full of crap
Things I can't quite throw away
Doors jammed shut to hide my indiscretions
I'm a hoarder
I've always been cautious
But today it is spring
Today I will purge the lot
Start over
The kitchen is the worst
Shelves full of packets, sachets, jars
Things I was never adventurous enough to use
All wasted now
Well past their best before
I reach to the top shelf, tip-toed
Fingers stretch to the back
There is something I can't quite reach
Then suddenly - shit!
Out topples a jar of out of date dijon
Egging the floor in puddles
I sit on the linoleum and cry
Thinking about how life is like mustard
Too tart, too strong for my stomach
Sitting unused on the top shelf
Gathering dust.