Sarah is our hostess for the Saturday Mix variable challenges. Check it out here This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms. Same Same But Different Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.
Your words are:
The jumper I chose was red, black, and green It matched my black pants you know what I mean. The gam of my pants while green on one side was black on the other; my fat calf it did hide. We went for a tour this fine Sunday morn to see if our neighbors were still feeling forlorn. The gravel we walked on was loose and quite sharp I wore the wrong shoes but I don’t like to harp So instead I displayed my most jovial side And continued my walk my love at my side.
I haven’t visited the Pub in so very long! I was happy to see this challenge as I love my Thesaurus! Check it out here
There were two prompts to choose from – this is the first choice Write a SOUND POEM which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below: (reference the hearing words you chose in your post).
The bellow I heard was a dissonant sound I could feel the loud blabber through the dirt on the ground Poetically troubled and embellished with horror My mind tried to grasp that the man was a snorer Instead of just sitting and feeling the wrath I imagined myself getting in a hot bath This helped calm my mind and clear all the clamour Even though my deep voice continued to stammer I walked right away trying to keep myself happy Realizing listening to this was like a bad, dirty nappy.
This is the second choice: Simply write about the Thesaurus, as the above poets have – what it means to you; describe it, have fun with it. Let the synonyms flow, or antagonise with antonyms.
There are no restrictions on poetry style or meter but those of you who like Acrostics might want to make a nine liner for THESAURUS.
The Cat brings a Thesaurus
So the Cat in the Hat came back to the house with a book in his hands too big for a mouse He loved this great book since its loaded with words he couldn’t wait to show them since the amount was absurd He knew that the kids would love a book such as this Like the Swiss love the alps there’s not one word to miss.
Your final three words for this week are: ENTER EXIST EXPIRE
Once upon a time I existed in a world where there never saw pain but now in the life that I’m living I refuse to live life feeling vain Instead I love the world all around me I enter with a curious mind Life can expire so quickly I enjoy every last minute I find.
It wasn’t anything newer than before my cousin just arrived standing at my door she had a magic bag that hung from up her arm she crafted it with fabric some string and then some yarn she said she needed help a place for her to crash her husband kicked her out it was her nasty rash.
Taking a very long breath heaving a deep and lowsigh getting a glimpse of the shape low as it sidles on by I’m fraught with a moment of fear that leads to a feeling of loss thrust in my brain like a chisel stuck like a rock full of moss The gap in my memory reveals the being that might be my love brought back to life in my heart fitting my heart like a glove the thoughts fill the calm with a murmur and shift through my nerves like a sieve wishing he’d be back beside me wishing he’d come back to live.
The Cat in the Hat knew the mom would be mad if she saw all the toys and goodies he had. He tried to keep quiet and out of her way to keep her distracted was the way he could stay.
He started with smiles and a proud, firm handshake His brow started sweating, she would know it was fake All he had to get by was this first “How d’ya do?” Then to get to the kids, just he and those two.
So he started to walk on his back legs to show that he knew that his back was the rude way to go. The mother was pleased by the Cat’s gentle tone She was happy to leave the three of them all alone.
The Cat took his bag and all the tricks he had found The comics and posters and the car with the sound He spread them all out on the rug in the room He had his own bag and could clean with his broom.
The kids were so happy to see all his stuff He wondered if they thought there wasn’t enough. But for hours they played without one single fight A perfect fun day led to a quite tired night.
Your final three words for this week are: SWEET TAX UNIVERSE
In a perfect universe where everything is fair the taxes for the poor aren’t even barely there the sweet signs of success are shown in happy grins cause money doesn’t matter when there’s free stuff in the bins.