Alison Cassidy

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  • Raveendran . (9/30/2007 2:50:00 AM)

    An excellent poet, who is able go deep into the core of experiences and present them beautifully, whose critical insight matches the creative acumen and who shows through her poems and comments that she sincerely believes in ‘vasudhaiva kutumbakam’.

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  • gone gone (5/8/2007 8:47:00 PM)

    Allie is a fine poetess and a lovely human being.....the love IS Allie....

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  • glen still (10/25/2006 4:26:00 AM)

    ALISON..REALLY LIKE YOUR WORK..I ESPECIALLY LIKED ! Sad is Stupid... U caught that dysfunctional complex head on... would u read a recent post of mine and let me know what u think: MySpace is the title..

    peace always...

    glen

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  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (9/14/2006 4:59:00 AM)

    Allie is everything one might wish for but rarely finds in a poet. Abundant wisdom, vivacity, the capacity to diversify, imagination... a unique talent to engage the reader, drawing him or her right in. And one hell of a fine woman to boot. Without prejudice to her uniquely finely penned pieces, I adore this woman.
    One reservation: she does not write enough... :) t x

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  • Michael Shepherd (9/12/2006 1:26:00 PM)

    Welcome to one of the most beautiful collections of poems on this site by one of the most beautiful souls on this site. Grace abounding.

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  • Jerry Hughes (6/30/2006 12:43:00 AM)

    Not only are you welcome on this site, your empathy with the subject matter will enhance this illusionary, sometimes unbright star to brighten up a bit. Heavens to Murgatroid it needed to, desperately...

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Best Poem of Alison Cassidy

A Son Is Born

I place the peonies on the windowsill -
a perfect present for the new mum,
flushed and furry-eyed on the unmade bed.

A bonneted bundle lies in the crook of her arm.
He is small and neatly wrapped
as if he had been sent by post.

The new dad gazes at his little boy.
He looks younger than his twenty nine years
and still slightly drunk from the exhaustion of support.

Young Dylan Brendan sleeps contentedly,
his tiny hands curl and uncurl his dreams,
his mouth makes high pitched kitten sounds.

I find myself humming ‘The Water is Wide’
and ...

Read the full of A Son Is Born

Yes

I remember your velvet tongue persuasive,
your velvet hands, insistent,
exploring those parts of me
I so wanted to know, but
felt too shy to share.

I remember the child of me
and the man of you, .
and that moment of surrender
when I yielded to your touch
and answered 'Yes'.