Alison Cassidy

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

! ! Dancing With Dylan - Poem by Alison Cassidy

He is propped on all fours
when I arrive -
almond eyes grave,
face strangely serious.

I smile and say hello.
He doesn't respond at first
but continues to stare -
like a deer
cautious, intent.

I kneel before him
(not too close)
and show him my new red nails.
He moves a little closer

I pick him up
and press his warm, sunny body
against mine.

He doesn't resist
and for several minutes
not a sound passes between us.

Later at the tavern
he laughs, hiding his lips.
I have abandoned my new pink glasses.
He has my chin in his mouth.

I carry him to the dance floor
His laughter is infectious.
We glide across the parquetry,
Dean Martin spins on the turntable.

Comments about ! ! Dancing With Dylan by Alison Cassidy

  • (11/9/2009 1:30:00 AM) it was for you that I was stood up. Romantic poetry and Dylan...both timeless and enduring. A playful poem that enchants with pretend. well done (Report) Reply

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  • (8/23/2009 11:21:00 AM)

    We have all been dancing with Dylan. Thank you for
    sharing this warm and beautiful experience with
    your readers.


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  • (8/22/2009 10:03:00 AM)

    Ali, you have given me a lovely insight of your love for Dylan, having you as a would be appropriate to give him a joy for good poetry like this,
    to give him a second name of Thomas. then you would have two great poets in the family. Love Bobxx 10+
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  • (8/21/2009 2:14:00 PM)

    A happy and smiley story in red and pink colours, just superb write, Allie :) thanks for sharing with us.
    Yelena M.
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  • (8/21/2009 3:54:00 AM)

    typical of a time, granny? (Report) Reply

  • (8/20/2009 12:35:00 AM)

    Oh Alie, you have crushed my heart with this ever so heart touching write... So very sweet, happy, and worth reading twice, inwhich I did...Everytime I read any of your writtings, I always have a small warm smile in my heart, thank you so much for being able to do that...... Bonnie (Report) Reply

  • (8/18/2009 8:35:00 AM)

    What a glorious poem Alison. Dylan's serious disposition soon changed as time moved on.
    Red nails and pink glasses colors the story beautifully and I can hear his laughter as you both do the dance of love. Aren't these children so wonderful and special! 10 love Karin
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  • (8/15/2009 7:17:00 AM)

    aweee allison another one of your sweet writes here...which makes us all smile....this is the kind of poetry that celebrates life......! ! thanks mam (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Blakemore (8/14/2009 4:20:00 PM)

    Alison you write such beautiful poems, each one seems to speak to me. This one is no exception, great write. Love, Andrew xx (Report) Reply

  • (8/14/2009 1:45:00 AM)

    Dean Martin...mind you... (I know, more your type and speed) ....not Timberlake or K. Minogue...But....your Dylan enjoyed the dance because of YOU. So did we.
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  • Meggie Gultiano (8/14/2009 1:32:00 AM)

    Enjoyed reading this.I feel like dancing with Dylan, too.
    Great narrative piece. I love your style.
    Reading your write is like going with you in every words you post.
    thanks for sharing.Love it, Ali.

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  • (8/12/2009 12:22:00 AM)

    Hello ma'am..

    This is so very lovely...
    I go around the PH reading these kind of lovely, romantic ones, sometimes get hurt too...
    you one lucky person... And thanks for sharing all those lovely experiences with the world ma'am.... very lovely dance indeed... Very visual, like watching a scene from a movie! ! ! ! !

    with lots of love
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  • (8/11/2009 10:11:00 PM)

    i want to say your Dylan is so lovable... but I'm sure everyone says that already... so let me say this instead, Alison, you are so lovable dearie! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (8/11/2009 9:53:00 PM)

    A great the tune of life
    Alison knows the steps and the rough floor well?
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  • C. P. Sharma (8/11/2009 9:18:00 PM)

    Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! How beautiful! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! What a blissful dance of life with eternity! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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  • (8/11/2009 5:43:00 PM)

    Delightful Allie, I visualised the moment well. Love, Jez (Report) Reply

  • (8/11/2009 4:52:00 PM)

    Allie, the fun us 'oldies' have with our grandchildren (with me it is Great Grandchildren) keeps us with the spring of youth. Great narrative. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us.
    Hugs David
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  • Sandra Martyres (8/11/2009 12:53:00 AM)

    Beautifully narrated Allie....Dylan is lucky to have such a loving Grandma...10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (8/10/2009 10:38:00 PM)

    Hey Grandma(young lady) ....or perhaps i should say Ms. Narrative...Your depictions are always of real-feel experience & never cease to amaze & please this quillers intrigue...and, of course... never disappoints! Nice Job Allie!

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  • (8/10/2009 9:39:00 PM)

    loved he had your chin.....thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 10, 2009

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