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<\/a>We all have our stable of characters that we dwell about incessantly. Here’s an opportunity to look at old things in new ways. Inspired by the poem, The visible and the in-<\/em>\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 by Marge Piercy<\/a><\/p>\nRead the stanza below (or the partial stanza), then quickly make a list of everybody this reminds you of. No prolonged thinking. You can always add names later.<\/p>\n
Ready? Go!<\/p>\n
First stanza of The visible and the in-<\/em>: Some people move through your life This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some people move through your life This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some people occupy your life This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some people touch you so lightly you This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Others leave This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some are like those fall warblers This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Some come down hard on you like This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n We all are waiting rooms at bus have almost burned us down<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This reminds me of: <\/strong> This reminds me of: <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n That’s it. You can leave this as-is. Or the next time you write about Sophie and how she stole your lipstick in seventh grade. . . use some of these descriptions to expand upon her character, to draw out this experience with specific detail.<\/p>\n Of course this will work for fictional characters, also.<\/p>\n Have fun with this. Recreate the characters (real and imagined) who populate your real estate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" If you have been writing for awhile, you might notice that you keep writing about the same things over and over again: how Aunt Luella always sticks her nose in everybody’s business; how Uncle Ray tells those awful jokes and doesn’t seem to notice that no one laughs; how Nonna’s getting on everybody’s nerves, should […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[105,342,10,11],"class_list":["post-5363","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prompts","tag-just-write","tag-the-write-spot-blog","tag-writing-freely","tag-writing-prompts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p43Dj8-1ov","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5363","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5363"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5363\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5372,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5363\/revisions\/5372"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nlike the perfume of peonies, heavy
\nand sensual and lingering.<\/p>\n
\nlike the sweet musky scent of cosmos
\nso delicate if you sniff twice, it\u2019s gone.<\/p>\n
\nlike moving men who cart off
\ncouches, pianos and break dishes.<\/p>\n
\nare not sure it happened.<\/p>\n
\nyou flat with footprints on your chest.<\/p>\n
\nyou can\u2019t tell from each other even
\nthough you search Petersen\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\na striking falcon and the scars remain
\nand you are forever wary of the sky.<\/p>\n
\nstations where hundreds have passed
\nthrough unnoticed and others<\/p>\n
\nand others have left us clean and new
\nand others have just moved in.<\/p>\n