no more Christmas crackers
or lights on the tree
no need to be cheerful
no more 'bonne homie'
throw out the empty bottles
the whiskey and the wine
pack up the pretences
that everything is fine
be sure to turn your back
on unfulfilled old dreams
feelings you must bury
beneath your stifled screams
no more stony smiles
no more inane grins
now Christmastide is over
brave New Year begins
| Dear Little Child;|
I'm writing to you from my home far away,
I came to your house just the other day!
You must clean up the mess, sorry for that,
My spirit must stay for that's where its at!
|| Posted on 2006-01-05 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ] || Nice tweaks. I think you have done a good job on this one. I like it! |
Happy New Year!
Oh... this is cynical, but so true.
Christmas crackers - I like the alliteration
tree - need - cheerful - very nice
whiskey - wine, it has been done before but I still like it here
pack - pretence
The last two verses seem to lose a little of the spark of the first two. However, that is also a nice metaphor for the theme of the poem.
|| Posted on 2006-01-03 00:00:00 | by beatthedrum | [ Reply to This ] || Sounds like a 'call to face the real world' piece; one involving people who haven't resolved last year's dilemmas, but bravely forge ahead hopeful '06 will be a little more forgiving than'05 (and totally unconvinced of that fond wish). Amazing how life can give you a hangover more intense than any that flows out of a bottle, that must be the reason people choose the bottle (or any other addictive behavior) so often. I'm surprised no one has commented on this before; it says exactly what it should. Take care. Bill.||| Posted on 2006-01-02 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] |