Alison Cassidy

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

A Slow Day - Poem by Alison Cassidy

It's a slow day,
a ‘nothing much to do’ day,
a laid back, andante sort of day.

No clock to watch,
no phone to ring,
no people
around
worrying.

So I sit on my chair,
place my fingers on the keys
and watch
words
appear,
(as if by magic)
on this linen white
snow bright screen.

Where do they come from
I wonder?
These words
that pop
like rabbits
from a hat,
like notes
from a bird,
like bubbles
from a pipe?

These fancies
that start in my head
slip into my fingers
and reveal themselves
like strangers
before my eyes?

And does it really matter anyway -
On this slow, lazy Sunday?


Comments about A Slow Day by Alison Cassidy

  • (9/12/2008 5:33:00 AM)

    Wow! I really like the way you invite the reader into your pondering head of questions to answers in the thought process while writting this piece. Good read.....Steve Fulk (Report)Reply

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  • Ernestine Northover (5/9/2008 4:31:00 PM)

    Not one bit! These sort of days don't come around often so one has to make the best of the ones we get. Great stuff here and a pleasure to read and digest.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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  • Linda Ori (5/8/2008 12:38:00 AM)

    These are the poems that just seem to write themselves, sort of like the thoughts that ramble through your mind while doing some mundane task that requires no thought at all. These are the best and the most eye-opening ones, straight from the subconscious to the 'page'. When not being overstimulated by that darn left brain, the right brain has a chance to play! Lazily lovely piece........
    Linda :) :)
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  • (5/5/2008 2:22:00 PM)

    nice poem alison, I enjoyed the popping and cracking of the words and images this work gave me!
    keep it up!
    mat
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  • john tiong chunghoo (5/4/2008 1:02:00 PM)

    dear alison
    i really love this stanza; ;

    These fancies
    that start in my head
    slip into my fingers
    and reveal themselves
    like strangers
    before my eyes
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  • Kesav Easwaran (5/2/2008 8:00:00 AM)

    matters a lot, alison! a sip start... kick... slow build up...a super 'scotch' poem! (Report)Reply

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  • (5/1/2008 4:14:00 PM)

    'a laid back, andante sort of day' - there is music in this piece Allie and you can almost see those sparks of creativity as your mind is free to roam on this slow day. A striking array of images - love the 'bubbles from the pipe' and how you contrast such everyday images but make them seem almost surreal - as if viewed for the first time. Love this.. j xx (Report)Reply

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  • (5/1/2008 8:23:00 AM)

    Such delicious relaxed poem that popped up before your very eyes! Most clever Allie! HG: -) xx (Report)Reply

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  • (4/30/2008 8:40:00 AM)

    heheh, my guess is genetics, and a strong inclination towards right brain thought patterns ;) (Report)Reply

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  • (4/29/2008 10:16:00 PM)

    Alie, what a nice cozy feel this has, so simple yet oh so chicken soup of a lazy day........ I am glad you can press your fingers on key board, as for us, it is always someting magic when you write......Stay well...

    bonnie
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  • Andrew Blakemore (4/27/2008 6:14:00 PM)

    Great poem Alison, there's nothing like a nice, lazy sunday. I don't get many myself though! Love Andrew x (Report)Reply

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  • (4/27/2008 4:11:00 AM)

    Little bit sloooooowwwww in looking this one up today..... hmmmmmmm hope tomorrow is far more productive for you.... aroha xxxxxxxxxxxxx (Report)Reply

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  • (4/27/2008 3:48:00 AM)

    My kind of day too, nicely put Alphonse... (Report)Reply

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  • (4/27/2008 3:21:00 AM)

    Wonderful! Just strikes my mood today on this lazy Sunday before the mean Monday.

    See your Inbox please, Allie.
    H
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  • (4/27/2008 3:00:00 AM)

    Slow only to the external feel…the inner becomes more effervescent producing waves of creativity…I really long for such slow days… for they give me room to think and venture new away from the hackneyed routine…such a nice thought…never mind the speed…that too can be relish at times
    ..Beautifully composed and thanks for making me realize more about this day….
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  • (4/27/2008 2:55:00 AM)

    Just to live a day in your mind...it would be heaven...(first time I've been called a petal) ...Coach (Report)Reply

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  • (4/27/2008 2:36:00 AM)

    Allie, I love the slow days when they come along. When you have one keep hold on to it for as long as you can. Top marks for a most enjoyable read this Sunday morning.
    David
    xxxx
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  • (4/27/2008 2:31:00 AM)

    Sleepin’ in on Sundays
    Missin’ half the day
    Dreamin’ of the “One Days”
    In life we’ve wished away
    Yet openin’ the flood gates
    For memories to call
    A blank page on the desk waits
    For Allie’s words to fall.

    Danny; ¬) (Typo sorted)
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (4/27/2008 2:29:00 AM)

    Ummmm, Allie...I guess i'll have to be the one to tell ys', bein' 3evidently no one else did...but...well...like....these popping rabbits, and bubbles, coming out of hats, and tubs, and whatever.....well that ain't LIKE magic.....It BE Majique...
    Your Majique, a la Poetica....We are magicians of the word, are we not? We can make people see things that really aren't there, and sometimes don't even exist...but for a few moments...while they're caught in our web...these images come alive....and thats what we do...and you lass...do it so damn well!

    ~ FjR ~
    ..2008..
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  • (4/27/2008 2:09:00 AM)

    I love the lazy feel to this, the rhythm and rhyme. And naturally applaud the sentiments! t x (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 31, 2008


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