this one should be fun. I would like to join. ~ Gee

This should be fun and educational. I look forward, with much anticipation!

always, Cat (& eddy)

I woo her constantly and she just rolls her eyes. Can you promise that after the workshop I can ask her for a date and not have things thrown at me?
Seriously, Jess and I recently spoke of this (he's probably forgotten by now). I would give my rotting teeth if I could write something that evoked a place, a feeling or a desire with few words and only words instead of forty lines of description.
Generally speaking, if I don't have a cast of characters, forty lines of action and something exploding I can't produce much excitement.
Make of me a better poet.
I know! Everytime Cat posts something have the software put my name on it. It's not perfect, but it might work.
wesley

Lets dance together, to wake the forest of words,
the Neopoet Forest, where all manner of things can take place,
dazzle our eyes and tempt our thoughts,
to create in the rainbow mists of the beautiful,
and the dark prisms of the ugly, sad, strange and wonderful,
real and imagined flourishes,
mad and passionate, peaceful and thunderous,
jazzed and rapped, singular and plural,
poetry to curdle your blood
and set it afire with enthusiasm.

U NO HOO

Do we begin

Imagery to me is the art of making words come to life.
The use of color, texture, sight and sounds all add to project an image whether it be something beautiful or just the opposite. Describing ones emotions with imagery is essential as otherwise the words would be monotone
Chrys

Of all the aspects of my poetry, successful imagery is the most difficult to attain. I know what it is, because I despise reading something that will not describe my environment, my characters, my scenario with (forgive me, but I'm going to use it) flowery words. I don't only mean metaphor and simile. I mean attractively phrased explanations.
I read my Tolkien about once every couple of years and to this day I can open any one of the books, begin reading and be carried away by the loveliness of the language. I don't need to know what's happening. The words alone will move me.
This is something I have been unable to achieve. My poetry, of course, is brutally precise and my imagery is... competent if uninspired. I am (I will not pretend otherwise) a spectacular story teller.
However, as my blog stated some months back, I believe that poetry is first and foremost- beauty in language. In no other way as a writer do I feel more inadequate.
wesley

have fun!

I am here reading and taking it all in. But I think it has all been said before I arrived! Imagery fleshes out the poem and makes it live.

always, Cat (& eddy)

I looked in the web!

Wikepedia:-
Auditory imagery represents a sound.
▪ The bells chimed 2 o'clock and Daniel got ready for school.
▪ Onomatopoeia: a word that makes a sound.
Kinesthetic imagery represents movement topo manda
▪ as in Wordsworth's poem Daffodils: "tossing their heads in sprightly dance"
Olfactory imagery represents a smell.
▪ Gio'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.
Gustatory imagery represents a taste.
▪ The sweet marinara sauce makes up for the bland sea-shell pasta that Jeffrey served.
▪ 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.
Tactile imagery represents touch.
▪ Yalimar dug her feet into the wet sand, burying her toes inside the beach as cold waves lapped at her ankles.
▪ The clay oozed between Jeremy's fingers as he let out a squeal of pure glee.
Imagery can be showcased in many forms, such as metaphors and similes.

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Imagination, also called the faculty of imagining, is the ability of forming images and sensations when they are not perceived through sight, hearing, or other senses. Imagination helps provide meaning to experience and understanding to knowledge; it is a fundamental faculty through which people make sense of the world, and it also plays a key role in the learning process.

A basic training for imagination is listening to storytelling (Narrative), in which the exactness of the chosen words is the fundamental factor to "evoke worlds." (Hey Wesley!!)

It is a whole cycle of image formation or any sensation which may described as "hidden" as it takes place without anyone else's knowledge.The research has proven about 60% people to be imaginative. A person may imagine according to his mood, it may be good or bad depending on the situation. Some people imagine in state of tension or gloominess in order to calm themselves. It is accepted as the innate ability and process of inventing partial or complete personal realms within the mind from elements derived from sense perceptions of the shared world. The term is technically used in psychology for the process of reviving in the mind percepts of objects formerly given in sense perception. Since this use of the term conflicts with that of ordinary language, some psychologists have preferred to describe this process as"imaging" or "imagery" or to speak of it as "reproductive" as opposed to "productive" or "constructive" imagination. Imagined images are seen with the "mind's eye.":
:_______________________
The idea image comes from the senses, the image chosen appears, is heard, is touched, is felt in the mind and sends the imagination on a virtual journey to find more, to add more meaning to the image. The word imagination contains the word image-something conjured up apart from the senses that is evoked in the mind by other images or behaviours. ann.
(What I wrote about it first then looked in the web)
Enough for the moment? Nordic cloud.

Has the list of subjects been published yet stan?
Ann.

jus' checkin' in.

Happening upon a coven of witches(visual)
The cackling,cracked sound of the old hag's voices(auditory)
Forced me to cover my ears
In doing so I felt I had not human ears but that of a wolf(tactile)
I felt the wind blowing through my fur,all else was a blur(Kenetic)
Except I was able to smell the fear of my prey(Olfactory)
The air had a flavor of a fresh kill(Gustatory)

did I post this in the correct place Stan or no

Chrys' entry and your commentary help. I knew I was going to have a time at this. wesley

but if you are a human and reach up to your ears to find they are wolves ears instead that would mean you felt the shape etc wouldn't it
but if you wish I can change that line
to
In doing so I felt not human ears
but the rounded furry ears of a wolf
any better lol

Have you never tasted the air but ok I'll change that line as well for the sake of the workshop
hmmm

Th night dew on my tongue had the taste of a fresh kill
any better

In mighty waves old Neptune's bath was filled to overflow the coast......visual
Her scream of victory resounded through the pass into the night.................audio
He fell into a thorny gorse bush, soft skin pierced a thousand times..........tactile.
Storm clouds fled across the sky like roe deer running from the wolf.........kinetic.
Corruption, rank and now so close that nostrils wrinkled ln each face..........olfactory
The sweet red wine of Tuscany was his but only for one night. ....................tasty

Or something like that?

Ian

I don't think we jumped the gun as the instructions had stated either a sentence or a verse lol

Visual: The firework formed a flower
Auditory: Ice crunched underfoot in the crisp air
Tactile: Soft as a baby's bottom the rock beside the lake
Kenetic: Bent, twisted, climbing convolvulous
Olifactory: I noticed the pungency of his cooking as it escaped through the door
Gustatory: I envied her as cherry juice ran down her cheeks

One begins to get cold feet!!

Love your remark above stan: "we'll both learn something here even if it's by accident "

** **
And a verse:-

Flickering fireworks filled the sky with light (visual)
as the ice beneath our feet gave sound in unison ( auditory)
like pricks of needles sewing canvas cloth (tactile)
the smooth shine sliding down the river bright, (kenetic)
standing next to old man Denison (olifactory)
whose brackish flavour filled my nostrils, made me cough( gustatory)

Ann.

I like trying to impart imagery into what I write.
Debbie

Oh golly I've forgotten, but stan asked me to join I think I went to 'find a workshop' and found this then asked stan if I could join, I'm not sure.

Why not take part and send your sentences according to the above, I am sure you won't be told off for doing that anyway, all learning is good what?

Ann.

visual: I saw her lying there in a heap
auditory: her death rattle reached my ears
tactile: skin so soft like white ashes rubbed between fingers
kenetic: leaves fluttered in the breeze like butterfly wings
olfactory: the damp underbrush reeked of decay
Gustatory: With sharp intake of breath I taste her death

(eddy styx)

lol stan is going to love the fact that three people have used the sense of smell to taste
as I mentioned to Ann yo cannot separate the two
love the imagery here

Visual- The deeply wrinkled face hid so many secrets they would never all be known.
Auditory- His silky whisper in my ear sent thrilling shivers up my spine.
Tactile- Softer than a sigh the mist falls on my upturned face.
Kinetic- Golden fields of wheat fields undulating in the wind.
Olfactory- My nose follows the yeasty smell of home baked bread home.
Gustatory-The cloyingly sweet smell of honeysuckle hangs in the evening air.

WOW! Harder than I thought it would be.

I did too, Cat! Feeling overwhelmed... Maybe I will get it right!

Oh I wrote a poem on the spot before reading to the bottom of this, I shall se if I can adapt it :) Ann.

... while I figure out my sentences.

The sense of taste is actually accomplished through several complementary means-
Gustation (or Smatch) by taste buds which are all over the mouth, the roof and sides as well as the tongue.

Smell (as mentioned) by olfactory epithelium in the nose.

Texture through multiple mechanoreceptors.

Temperature by thermoreceptors.

Coolness and hotness through chemesthesis.

I think science figure all of this out just to make poetry harder.
wesley

Sorry it's in poem form. I know it's not supposed to be, but I couldn't help myself.

He tops the hill and views the Seven Hells. (visual)
Accosted by the ring of Hell’s cruel Bells, (auditory)
he feels the wired hilt of his great sword. (tactile)
The masses kneel as one before their Lord (kenetic)
as wreak of brimstone burns the old man’s nose. (olfactory)
So vile the taste his mouth must tightly close. (gustatory)

wesley

I ain't going to barge in
without permission,
as my mind's full of cobwebs
the Internet’s contribution,
What is imagery?
to my shriveled mind,
is not unknown to Neopoet’s of mine
vivid riddles
left to imagination
yours as well as mine,
what imagination
crept in between the crevices
so far sealed
with grim and grime
and
Loved who permits you
now to join,
an imaginary poetics
volatile, explosive
and an intrusive mind.

lol

I thought we were supposed to choose from the posted list...

I chose an all visual poem on Storm's Aftermath... here are the results:

Storm's Aftermath: Visual

Leaves torn from the trees
broken branches like disseminated bones
mixed with other debris
both natural and manmade
newspaper pages and paper cups
scattered and tossed by nature's furry
fallen rain drops glistening
on the park bench metal rails
while intermittent puddles
reflect the passing gray clouds
and the sky begins to clear

sorry, Cat

Scribbler's workshop:

Storms Aftermath: auditory

the winds die down
to a whispering breeze
birds begin to chirp
and sing once again
squirrels chatter
back and forth
as children laugh
in tune with
the ice cream vendor's
cheerful chime
and the world sighs
with a contented relief

Done and posted

... telepathic?

Stop waving that thing at me, you're gonna poke an eye out.
wesley

Fell asleep a couple of times trying to get it all read lol
Not from boredom this is exciting stuff. Just my eyes tire quickly. If its not too late I would love to join.

On it now

Visual- what one sees. dinner by ship's window table, a white sunset shimmers on the ocean's blue water

Auditory- what one hears. roaring of the ship's engine gets louder and louder

Tactile- what one feels by touch. the window's glass is cold as I attempt to touch the shimmering light and blue waves of the sea

Kenetic- the forms of motion. sudden rocking of the boat forward, backward, side to side my body adjust without motion pills

Olfactory- what one smells. the stuff flounder on my plate a side of broccolli and garlic bread tickled my nostril's cavity

Gustatory- what one tastes. the crab meat between the tender flounder caused my tastes buds to burst with flavor

I have wriiten my poem for the subject you gave
I'm ready to post tomorrow. I see my name hasn't been added yet. Think I need to be added before I can submit to imagery workshop :-)

My eyes began to focus, my head began to clear -- [ Visual
Ears still ringing from the crack of thunder -- [ Auditory
I felt my heart a jumpin', giving way to fear -- [ Tactile
I smelled the poo and wondered -- [ Olfactory
Did I taste defeat? -- [ Gustatory
Maybe I should run away, before I was dead meat -- [ Kinetic

I know that these are probably on the edge, but....
I think it goes to show the complexity of our language.
Lots words can be taken in so many different contextures

BTW- Where is the list?

finally got around to writing my assignment. sorry for not taking much part in the convos guys, i've been a little short on time lately.

Yes you chose a theme that clicked and we are all revelling in it.
I wonder what you have next up your sleeve to pounce on us and challenge us?
Well done and thank you for driving it stan !

Pencilled greys of house and wire,
out today in mist and fog
silhouettes of plants nearby
sharply contrast with the sky.

See? Love ann.

Oh is it finished with this? It was just warming up. I don't expect anything of you stan, you were good to be game to host a workshop anyway, thank you and you ran it well. Love from me.

Just some more fun.

Clamour of spring ( auditory)
cacophony of birds in woods
the thuds of falling snow
the drips,
the rush of fast flowing rivers
awake all ears, the deers
intensity expectancy anticipation, fears

each movement of the breeze(kinetic)
stirs each living thing
for it is spring again
rebirth renewell
earth her breasts now filled
the sap is risen
the bulbs push out their shoots
the first spring flower roots

Let's here it for Stan. This was his first workshop and I for one think he did one hell of a job here

Interesting
Informative
fun
held ones attention

Thanks Stan for a great workshop

One other thing

I am of the mind that you need all of the senses to be able to write a full poem. One helps the other in forming an entire picture. I found after reading the submissions that one could not help beut mix them together.

There is no rest from thinking , I think , I think in my sleep how's that onelol
thanks again for a great workshop

Great workshop Stan. I learned a lot about imagery . senses, never before had I heard of in poetry. I thinked a lot and had fun in your first workshop. Thanks for getting in at the last minute

I had fun looking up the terms of poetry
connected with imagery too.

We have all appreciated your choice stan,
well done too

Ann.

great workshop! hope you do another.

Great workshop (all though it is my first) I have really enjoyed it... I feel like it has made me see a bit more clearly that it is VERY difficult to write a poem using only one form of imagery. Try as you might to keep to only visual, some other form slips in to the project in an effort to more clearly communicate what the author is attempting write. Just what I have discovered. ;-)
Deb

S .... sight(visual)

T .....tactile(touch)

A ......audio(hearing)

N ....Nasal(smell)

Go Stan GO

Ian

I would like to tell all the participants that my two poems for the immagery workshop have been posted (on the same page, one above the other) and are ready for critique. They are clearly labled as workshop poems: "Storm's Aftermath"

Thanks, Cat