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class was already canceled for this past Wed. however the snow closing school that day and delaying classes on Thursday gave me a much needed 6 day weekend. During this time of course I worked diligently on all my upcoming assignments.... actually I watched a lot of bad TV and movies and saved all my assignments to do at the last min. This week we were supposed to write a form poem. I chose to write a sonnet and am aware that Sonnets are usually about some you admire or long for or a philosophy or something you believe in. I decided to write my poem on my room. I figured I want to see how far I can take the theme of my bedroom after the ode about my door. I find it interesting when other people take an unusual object or place and apply it to many things unrelated to that subject so here it is, my Sonnet about my bedroom.



Dwelling.

Dirty and dusty my room’s quite a site
Clothes strewn about making piles to the sky
I should clean up that’s what’s right
But leaving this mess is not bad I won’t die

Bed in the corner desk by the wall
The slanted walls painted both purple and white
Mountains of books look like they’re ‘bout to fall
As the sun goes down this room loses light

A big giant square at the top of my home
Filled with photos and memories of places
My room in the attic is a place no one will roam
Comfort is found in the images of smiling faces

So leave me and my messy room up here
This is my space and I hold this mess very dear.


H.