"As the cold front moves in," Ollie at the moment those lines say much to me as I sit and wait, and wait, and wait for cold weather that is SUPPOSED to be here. This is a marvelous picture!
Oh yes, the Apres Christmas disarray, looking all forlorn. But! Yesterday here it felt like early spring.......it is on its way! It should reach you in a few months, hee hee.
you managed to capture the ghost of Christmas passing perfectly! My tree is still up! lol! Thinking of moving it into a corner or another room til next year :)
There does seem to be a sense of hollowness, of void, once the season begins to pass. Somehow we need to seize that feeling of celebration and trot it out more often throughout the year. Wonderful poem and imagery.
eerie, ollie,
ReplyDeleteas though all of humankind has vanished
and in its way it has,
dormant for a time until spring.
xo
erin
Give me the old fashioned Nomas, anyday. Keep your icicle lights - please!
ReplyDeleteAlthough, I must admit the LEDs have a nice glow.
Kat
Kat's Poetry Trials is no more. Everything's on Invisible Keepsakes.
another snapshot - this one has an odd feel - both ominous and apathetic perhaps - nicely done!
ReplyDelete"As the cold front moves in," Ollie at the moment those lines say much to me as I sit and wait, and wait, and wait for cold weather that is SUPPOSED to be here. This is a marvelous picture!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the Apres Christmas disarray, looking all forlorn. But! Yesterday here it felt like early spring.......it is on its way! It should reach you in a few months, hee hee.
ReplyDeleteaw, its such as sad reminder of the passing holidays.
ReplyDeletethey have come and gone...only a remnant to blow in the wind...
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It always takes forever to take those lights down.
ReplyDeleteVivid poem, well written.
ReplyDeletepint size dynamite.brilliant use of the symbolic dimensions of ordinary details.
ReplyDeleteOh, well, that's the way it is...Christmas is over... back to the grind. Well done!
ReplyDeleteComing "down" from the "high" of Christmas. You describe this so well.
ReplyDeleteAcross the country, around the world, lights come loose, hoping someone will take note, take action.
ReplyDeleteSomething to meditate about.
ReplyDeletei dislike this part of the season..back to reality
ReplyDeleteyou managed to capture the ghost of Christmas passing perfectly! My tree is still up! lol! Thinking of moving it into a corner or another room til next year :)
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I'm definitely feeling this.
ReplyDeleteThere does seem to be a sense of hollowness, of void, once the season begins to pass. Somehow we need to seize that feeling of celebration and trot it out more often throughout the year. Wonderful poem and imagery.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be the same post-Christmas pattern right across the world. A touch of sadness, until the natural sighting of the hope of spring time!!
Eileen
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Why am I smiling? Well, I guess that is a good thing to do.
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