The Sixteenth Day Of Christmas, & Picasso Poem by Frank Avon

The Sixteenth Day Of Christmas, & Picasso

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Piled up randomly on a round tea table
with coasters,2015 magazines, remotes,
candy tins are the Christmas ornaments
of fifty-two years, sparkles of color,
textures of cloth, wood, paper, glass,
so fragile - if the ceiling fan were to fall,
or a single stone come crashing through
the window, or one blast of wintry storm....

The tree is down, gone, not only bare,
but no longer there - wrought iron, not fir
this year. We'll package these in tissue,
in plastic bubbles, store them away for still
another day. Tonight's DVD was Simon Schama
on the Power of Art: the passion of Guernica.

Saturday, January 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 16 January 2015

I know that program on Guernica by Simon Schama, the first in his series. There should MORE PROGRAMS of such high quality on TV! Schama was able to get to the roots of this painting and show its evolution and the reasons behind its fame. Referring to it in the last line of your evocation of the end of the holiday season has the effect of pushing into the REST OF THE YEAR. The special occasion is over, only the packing and storing of holiday items is left to be done. There's a melancholy - understated but genuine - awareness of the passage of time in our lives that runs through your poem. The mood is intimate and tender. A fine poem of memories being made.

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Gajanan Mishra 10 January 2015

I like the writing, thanks. Please read my poems and say something.

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