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Happy New Year!


Outline: Not feeling too cheerful at the moment!
The New Year drags its heels across the floor.
Here is a house where fallen Christmas cards
Are not replaced
And flickering light-bulbs merely fade away.

This is a place of shadows creeping forth
To smother up the joy of Christmas past
And not to come.
And memories blot out the yawning day.

Pack puddings hence and burn the festive fir!
Sling out the fetid carcass of the fowl!
Bring out your dead!
And welcome in the winter months to stay.

Roy

[Wed Jan 04, 2006 7:26 pm]

Oh dear.

A very effective poem, Anony, but clearly not a happy one, although that break-out into cliché in the last verse reveals a hidden bit of good-humour, I think. Or hope.

Skillful writing, and not even a sonnet.

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MummyPenguin

[Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:15 pm]

Hey Anony, love the Dickensian feel to this one. You should be like me and stick with Scrooge before he reformed. That way you can "Bah, humbug" your way through the whole experience! Laughing

I particularly liked
Quote:
Sling out the fetid carcass of the fowl!
Bring out your dead!
And welcome in the winter months to stay.




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Jenny Darling

[Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:28 pm]

I liked the little touch of humour in the last verse Nony, but no, there isn't much for some people to rejoice about at Christmas.

But the tree that was dead in the winter time has secret new growth. There is a flower hidden, it will bloom again.
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Anaximenes

[Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:20 pm] yes yes

Yes yes to the gloom.

I like the way it is the consciousness of the house that is falling apart. Even the imperatives of the third stanza seem to come out of the rooms' dubious air.

One nit is the near repetition of 'Here is a house' with 'This is a house', otherwise I'm convinced an d sympathetic.

Glad I tuned back in to find it.

Anax
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Anonymouse

[Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:24 pm]

Thanks for your comments. They cheered me up!
Yes, there is a glimmer of hope, Roy, in the third verse. There has to be! And Jenny understands this too. I'm not actually a bah humbug person MP, just this year!
Anax, you will notice that I have done a little editing to get rid of the repetition. Thanks for that. I think it is better now.
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Jenny Darling

[Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:56 pm]

Peace,love,joy and hugs Nonny!
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Robb Hinge

[Sat Jan 07, 2006 8:11 pm]

I too am glad I went back over the posting of the last few days to catch up with this sad but excellent poem. A number of the contributions have been on a similar theme of late. Must be something in the air!!! Even I cannot find anything very cheerful to put into verse! I do hope that 2006 brings a vast improvement in your circumstances Anony.


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MarcelWilde

[Sat Jan 14, 2006 8:19 pm] Sad

This is a sad piece. But sadness is often a spur to a writer, is it not? You've captured it well in this poem and it made me feel for you, so you've achieved the objective. But cheer up! It's nearly Spring!
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Anonymouse

[Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:04 pm]

I guess the days are lengthening and one should start to look forward with optimism. Watch this space for something a bit more cheerful by March! Smile
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