Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

A Little Glitch? - Poem by Alison Cassidy

an unintentional remark
AND

with the flick
of a switch
your face
grows tight
and white
with rage

and I stand
heart hammering
helpless
to stop your hurt
and frustration

your habit
from along ago
when you hid your face
from the jeers
of your peers
and pretended you didn't care

I made
a terrible mistake
and caused you more pain
than I could have ever imagined

I know
deep down
you have forgiven me

but sadly
I also know
you'll never forget.


Comments about A Little Glitch? by Alison Cassidy

  • (11/3/2009 10:16:00 PM)

    I loved the way you didn't use words in this piece. You stayed away from the emotional soppiness yet caught the emotional pull in this honest understanding and earnest regret of an unintended glitch.________-10 (Report)Reply

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  • (3/22/2009 11:21:00 PM)

    Long time relationships are sometimes like this. Forgiving is a voluntary act while forgetting is not within your control. nicely written (Report)Reply

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  • (4/10/2007 1:18:00 PM)

    Alison you do have a gift for writing poetry, your poems are so warm and gentel and caring, this piece was all the above. (Report)Reply

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  • (2/18/2007 9:58:00 PM)

    catching the lightning moment,
    and the longer-lasting consequences,
    another universal experience.
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  • (2/17/2007 5:08:00 AM)

    for someone that has only been writing poetry since last year i must say allie that you are a natural...the simplicity and depth of this poem demonstrates a profound understanding of yourself and the other...how fragile the human being is...that words..intentional or not can leave imprints that remain with us....im sure you have uttered many beautiful words that have given joy..and left their imprints too....love sandyxxx (Report)Reply

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  • (2/13/2007 1:16:00 PM)

    A sincere and honest write Allie. We all do things we regret, no one is perfect. However, it takes courage to accept these 'little glitches'. You have conveyed this with the consideration of others at the forefront of your mind. Justine. (Report)Reply

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  • Tailor Bell (2/12/2007 3:59:00 PM)

    words of a caring lover flow smoothly off the page...I never tire of reading your work, Allie. hard learned lessons are tenderly handled. nice read. -Tailor (Report)Reply

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  • (2/12/2007 2:09:00 PM)

    But to forgive is the greatest part, as for forgetting, well, that is all part of our fine tapestry
    Well done this is great
    Love duncan X
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  • (2/12/2007 1:35:00 PM)

    A wonderfully honest write Allie. We all do things we regret, but then, so does everyone else!
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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  • (2/10/2007 5:20:00 PM)

    Ailson,
    As they say, you can't un-ring the bell! The very best that you can do
    is hold it tight, and hope that the ringing stops. But, that does not mean
    that the shine fell off of it, if it was shinny to begin with. That does not mean
    that you may not have to use some polish!
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  • (2/10/2007 8:38:00 AM)

    Brilliant write, Allie... I feel the agony on both parts. Yes, 'only love can break your heart'... Here's to healing and wholeness. Esther xxx (Report)Reply

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  • Linda Ori (2/9/2007 1:31:00 AM)

    We're human, Allie, and sometimes we are hurting ourselves and we take it out on others unintentionally. Nobody's perfect, and we aren't always nice. But we usually can make it up, with just a little understanding. I've been there myself, many times.
    Linda xxx
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  • (2/8/2007 10:34:00 AM)

    Forgiveness is the first compassion but to forget is to sever a limb; love is akin to an amputation - healing even severed stumps. The poetic style here is tight and appropriate to its emotional tenor. Powerful and poignant. Rgds, Ivan (Report)Reply

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  • (2/6/2007 10:52:00 AM)

    'I stand
    heart beating hard
    helpless
    to stop your hurt
    and frustration'

    This part gets to me the most. Being helpless is a horrible feeling sometimes.
    Great job!


    Mandy
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  • (2/5/2007 5:12:00 PM)

    This is such an endearing love affair. reality poetry but with real humans with real depths, values and understanding and most of all deep love. We laugh and cry along with you, despite the distance and the absence of so many other factors - yet the poetry more than compensates. It's a highway to two very tough, honest and compassionate hearts. xx jim (Report)Reply

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  • (2/4/2007 2:49:00 PM)

    You better believe it... (Report)Reply

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  • (2/4/2007 4:10:00 AM)

    ...a salutary lesson, don't build pedestals the foundations tend to crumble - but the loving goes on (Report)Reply

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  • (2/4/2007 2:30:00 AM)

    A smart, evocative and empathetic piece Alison. Well formulated and presented. (Report)Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/4/2007 2:18:00 AM)

    We all have our sensitivities, for if we did not, we would also have no sense of empathy, compassion.or in some cases ardent passion....So, in essence what may have indeed been a mind-blocking glitch, in reality is areminder of all we are enriched with....Great Work, Allie...f.y.i.>>>I got a few more poems left in me tank 4 next week...FJR. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 8, 2011


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