Your touch feels like. . .
The sound of your voice is like. . .
Out of those metaphors, you choose your best three of the eight.
With a partner, you choose one of the triggering lines as a title, and added a setting to the title.
Then you started the poem with one metaphor and built the poem and stanzas from there, with each of you contributing alternating lines or some other form of shared composition.
Here are the results:
Remy and Katie
Your Touch Feels Like
1942 in New York City
Sometimes your touch feels like
a silky robe,
hot tea on a cold day
or a warm pan on a stove.
But sometimes your touch feels like
a million fire ants,
burning hot coals,
and a hard stale gummi candy.
Flo and Ammar
The Great Depression in America--
Your Touch Feels Like
The coldness
of marble on a winter day,
an angel that sins,
or a million snake skins
waving against all that is good.
Like sandpaper
against rough wood,
like boiling blood, like
the flashing flames in a flood.
Coral and Jana
The Sound of your Voice (is Annoying)
The sound of your voice is like a baby crying
Or when a husband watches the terrifiying miracle of birth.
The touch of your soft skin is like baby poop,
But your voice is like monkies fighting over a banana.
Can't get enough of your touch like ice cream
or free candy in the library.
Alexis and David
1920 in a Coffee Shop in Paris
The sound of your voice is like. . .
the smell of apple pie
an old T-shirt
or the new bristles of a paint brush.
Like someone
chewing with her mouth open
or wasps landing
in poison.
Sarah and Tyson
The Sound of Your Voice Is Like 2014 in Marion, Ohio
Your voice is like listening to a baby cry through the night.
Like tacos on my tongue.
Like a pedophile claiming innocence.
Like a warm summer breeze.
Like a psychopath, feeling less.
Like a delicate flower in full bloom.
Samantha and Kris
The Sound of your Voice Is Like
Dreaming In 19(Hundred)61
At the Drive-In Theater
Over By The Railroad Tracks
Behind the Ice Cream Stand
Across The Ohio River Near Cincinnati
Your touch is like a hurricane
of throwing stars
like some sweet
classical music
or the smell of rotting
meat.
Like those constantly
yelling neighbors, the sound
of a tattoo machine
like rugburn.
Jherek
2042 Orion: The Sound Of Your Voice
is like jet-lag on a leap year,
a new experience I am scared of,
or Anastasia amnesia.
It's like heaven--I have nothing
to fear like shady shadows,
like jet-lag (with?) leap year.
like electric waterflows.
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