Week 1, Free Entry

I have been playing with some exercises from Writing Poetry: Creative and Critical Approaches

Page 97: Flat to Flesh
1. Off the coast, the water is sort of icky.
Mine: Sterile needles caress the sand.
2. The skunk looks into the trashcan.
Mine: The steamy buffet of trash waifs into the skunk's nostrils.
I just have to add this in from "Skunk Hour" by Robert Lowell
"She jabs her wedge-head in a cup / of sour cream"
3. The big monument bothers the people in the city.
Mine: The granite eye oversees the stifling city.
4. Ice moves out of the bay very slowly.
Mine: Creeping, the ice takes its final bow.
5. I looked through a bunch of stuff and saw the river out there.
Mine: The river wound through the oaken path.