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So maybe I won't be writing here daily, I think weekly may be a better goal.

This week we discussed sentences specifically short sentences and also Odes such as the ones written by Pablo Neruda. We wrote our own Odes and here is mine;

Ode To My Bedroom Door.


Majestic white solider

standing guard to my sanctuary.

Your golden knob gleams in the mornings first light.

your solid frame pierced with hooks of brass

hold my possesions as if they were yours.

a knock upon your face like a slap alerts me to reality

but with you standing between, avoidance is upheld.

your hinges wail cries of protest as you're asualted by society

ultimately, you are no match to the world,

and you swing open with such grace.

now you stay open, swinging to a tune no one else can hear,

till it is time for you to take your stance once again as .

You slam shut with a shout, a yell, a bang.

Silencing, protecting, strong.

And since tomorrow or rather now is Monday here are some Monday Sentences.

The clicking keys were no substitute to ink smudges and crumpled paper.

Together they were one, apart not even two halves.

Halfway is a long way to go .

H.