Frank Avon


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The person for whom Frank Avon is a pseudonym is 77 years old - and has been for some time. It sounds like a lucky number, so he feels he might as well stick with it for a while. He was an educator for 45 years, and is now retired, though not graciously, for he misses teaching every single day. He has written thousands of poems, but has never permitted any of them to be published (except for a... more »

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  • Marianne Reninger Marianne Reninger (12/7/2015 7:49:00 PM)

    If you are really from Tennessee, and really was an educator, I invite you to read my poem, Little Teacher about Lenore Whitaker Wood, the young teacher who left Asheville, N.C. for eastern Tenn. in 1902 to teach and inspired the book by Katherine Marshall, called, Christi. Perhaps, you might enjoy it! Thanks, Marianne Reninger

  • Daniel Brick Daniel Brick (2/18/2015 5:33:00 PM)

    Frank, this a sterling poem and I am greatly honored to acknowledged as probably my favorite poem about me I ever read. First, you got aspects of my personality so right, the insights add up to a chaacter study, rYou sprinkled poem titles therby showing what I've always believed the poems are US. In the second I felt like a character from the Mdernist Era (my favoritr) with the theme of fragmentation of any stable identty. Anow I confess I have not slept lately and mltiple typing errors resu.lt and also these displays of letters when I fall asleep at

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Best Poem of Frank Avon

Summer Gone

It's raining.
The day is gray.
Chilly.

Summer
is washing away
in channels of mud.

One daisy
is still waving
among wildflowers.

Asters
insist on
their purpleness.

Roses
persistent
cling to their petals.

Nevertheless,
never the less,
summer is gone.

Only its shadows
some green,
some still ablossom,

remain.
to be cherished,
to be held

inviolable
until all is lost,
until the chilling,

killing,

frost.

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