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What is Imagery? Imagery is language that appeals to the senses. (Literature textbook) An image, in its basic sense, is something concrete that appeals to any of the five senses - sight, sound, touch, taste, smell - as well as metaphor, simile, and personification.
For Example … The following examples might describe a stroll on a summer night: Sight - a full moon in a black sky Sound - the chirp of crickets Taste - the tang of a cold glass of lemonade Touch - a warm breeze Smell - freshly mowed grass
Take out a piece of paper … Make a chart like the one below on your own piece of paper (scrap paper is okay): SightSoundTouchTasteSmell
Now close your eyes … Imagine a Saturday morning... How do you feel on a Saturday morning, compared to a school day for instance? Think about what you see, hear, touch, taste, and smell on a Saturday morning. Open your eyes. Record two things in each column.
Lets do this again. Close your eyes! How do you feel on a Monday morning? Think about what you see, hear, touch, taste, and smell on a Saturday morning. Open your eyes. Record two things in each column.
Lets look at an example: Spring by Natasha Niemi The newborn flowers blossom sight / smell in all sizes and vivid colors. sight When you walk by, their sweet and luscious aromas ensnare you.. smell The beautiful butterflies titter sight / sound Around the light grassy areas. sight The trees are full of lush, dark green leaves. sight Spring is when you can really savor the intense scent of nature. smell
Your Turn to Try The Way I Play Soccer by Natasha Niemi Sweat streams down my face, And my skin turns red under the watchful eye of the sun. The sound of cleats pounding the earth is deafening As my enemies charge down the field towards me. I can sense the shooter is going to miss; All at once, the ball collides into my chest. Screams of victory roar across the field. The grass stained, game ball rests Rests lovingly between my two hands.