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sarahmichiganOK, this is an EXTREMELY rough draft, but I thought I'd share because two really innocuous scenes seem almost sinister when pasted together (or at least that's how it struck me.)
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instructions:
The Cut-and-Shuffle Poem
Write out (in prose form, if you like) two completely unrelated and emotionally opposite six- to ten-line dramatic situations depicting
1. a physically inactive or quiet scene, and
2. a physically active or emotionally charged scene.
Then, as one might shuffle the playing cards in a deck, alternate the first line or two from scene 1 with the first line or two from scene 2, then the second line or so from scene 1 with the second line or so from scene 2, and so forth, until all the lines from the two scenes are roughly dovetailed into a single stanzaic unit.
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My response to the assignment:
It's always easy to tell when you're dreaming
Your eyelids twitch and shudder
I know immediately I'm in trouble
I wonder how you can bare strands of hair
Tickling your neck and cheeks
Too much of what I don't need and not enough
Of what I do. My opponent's grin is game
I always have to tuck my hair in a loose bun on the pillow
Behind my neck before I can fall asleep.
But the flash in his eyes is feral. I know he has
Something, almost literally, up his sleeve.
You wake and almost always tell me the dream
He slaps the card down, and I rotate my die
That's fresh in your mind, and sometimes you even mutter
Nonsense to me before you're fully awake.
Sometimes I lie there and breathe in your scent,
Silently watching your eyes flutter open
To show the life force draining away.
It's always easy to tell when you're dreaming
Your eyelids twitch and shudder
I wonder how you can bare strands of hair
Tickling your neck and cheeks
I always have to tuck my hair in a loose bun on the pillow
Behind my neck before I can fall asleep.
You wake and almost always tell me the dream
That's fresh in your mind, and sometimes you even mutter
Nonsense to me before you're fully awake.
Sometimes I lie there and breathe in your scent,
Silently watching your eyes flutter open.
I know immediately I'm in trouble
Too much of what I don't need and not enough
Of what I do. My opponent's grin is game
But the flash in his eyes is feral. I know he has
Something, almost literally, up his sleeve.
He slaps the card down, and I rotate my die
To show the life force draining away.
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instructions:
The Cut-and-Shuffle Poem
Write out (in prose form, if you like) two completely unrelated and emotionally opposite six- to ten-line dramatic situations depicting
1. a physically inactive or quiet scene, and
2. a physically active or emotionally charged scene.
Then, as one might shuffle the playing cards in a deck, alternate the first line or two from scene 1 with the first line or two from scene 2, then the second line or so from scene 1 with the second line or so from scene 2, and so forth, until all the lines from the two scenes are roughly dovetailed into a single stanzaic unit.
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My response to the assignment:
It's always easy to tell when you're dreaming
Your eyelids twitch and shudder
I know immediately I'm in trouble
I wonder how you can bare strands of hair
Tickling your neck and cheeks
Too much of what I don't need and not enough
Of what I do. My opponent's grin is game
I always have to tuck my hair in a loose bun on the pillow
Behind my neck before I can fall asleep.
But the flash in his eyes is feral. I know he has
Something, almost literally, up his sleeve.
You wake and almost always tell me the dream
He slaps the card down, and I rotate my die
That's fresh in your mind, and sometimes you even mutter
Nonsense to me before you're fully awake.
Sometimes I lie there and breathe in your scent,
Silently watching your eyes flutter open
To show the life force draining away.
It's always easy to tell when you're dreaming
Your eyelids twitch and shudder
I wonder how you can bare strands of hair
Tickling your neck and cheeks
I always have to tuck my hair in a loose bun on the pillow
Behind my neck before I can fall asleep.
You wake and almost always tell me the dream
That's fresh in your mind, and sometimes you even mutter
Nonsense to me before you're fully awake.
Sometimes I lie there and breathe in your scent,
Silently watching your eyes flutter open.
I know immediately I'm in trouble
Too much of what I don't need and not enough
Of what I do. My opponent's grin is game
But the flash in his eyes is feral. I know he has
Something, almost literally, up his sleeve.
He slaps the card down, and I rotate my die
To show the life force draining away.
