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Monday, August 10, 2009

! ! Dancing With Dylan

Rating: 3.6
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.
Alison Cassidy
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COMMENTS
Terri Turrell 09 November 2009
ahh..so 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
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Sandra Fowler 23 August 2009
We have all been dancing with Dylan. Thank you for sharing this warm and beautiful experience with your readers. Love, SandraX
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Bob Blackwell 22 August 2009
Ali, you have given me a lovely insight of your love for Dylan, having you as a Grandmother.....it 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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Yelena M. 21 August 2009
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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Indira Babbellapati 21 August 2009
typical of a toddler...fun time, granny?
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Bonnie Collins 20 August 2009
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
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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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Reshma Ramesh 15 August 2009
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
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Andrew Blakemore 14 August 2009
Alison you write such beautiful poems, each one seems to speak to me. This one is no exception, great write. Love, Andrew xx
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Subroto Chatterjee 14 August 2009
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. Cheers. Subroto
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