Alison Cassidy

I Never Would Have Had The Nerve - Poem by Alison Cassidy
I never would have had the nerve
when you were around...
With your bright mind,
and your academic prowess
and your acerbic
(adorable)
wit.
A wordsmith par excellence -
published no less -
you penned
persuasively,
pedagogically,
perspicaciously.
(I often needed a dictionary)
I never would have had the nerve
when you were around...
so I hid in the shadow
of your intellectual rigor,
typing your scrawl
(you should have been a doctor)
and offering you
draft after exhaustive draft
until it was perfect.
I never would have had the nerve
when you were around...
but you're not here any more
are you?
And I am learning,
day by day
to tell MY story.
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........................it's silly old dyslexic me who should be thanking you, and I do... (Report)Reply
Life only teaches you about the life Alison and I can measure the depth of this valuable poem. (Report)Reply
vehement expression of rights
nonliteral pedagogue
acerbic figure (Report)Reply
Alison, you're not in the background any longer. This is brilliant. (Report)Reply
Well Allie, I'm GLAD you had the nerve in the end.... you write brilliantly and this just serves to remind me what I've been missing. I must take a peek around your pages.... Great write! HG: -) xx (Report)Reply
Say Ally, you're not writing 'bout me, are ya? : <{) Pedagogically and perspicaciously (one of my personal favourites) ...HEY, look those up in your Funk and Wagnall's as they were oft' to say on 'Laugh-in.' Yeah, imposing perfection is kind of a drag, isn't it? No shrinking violet are you today, but a radiant, fragrant rose kissed by early morning raindrops, reaching for the sanguine Sun's resplendent beams like a 'Song Of a Second April.' For someone who hasn't been spilling poetic ink for an appreciable amount of time, relatively speaking, you are developing at a alarming rate. I surmise no one should be all that surprised owing to the fact that you've benn honing a decent craft in the Shakespearean thespian business for some spell now. 'Aye, that's the rub.'
Affectionately,
Greg (Report)Reply
Excellent Alli!
Your too bright to ever live in a Shadow!
RogerX (Report)Reply
And now you had the nerve to pour it all.. My dearest Ali, i always have that nerve reading your works..They are all wonderful and excellent, ,
Love,
Meggie (Report)Reply
Allie, you certainly put your heart into your writing. You could hear it pumping through every word. So heartfelt and skillfully delivered. Loved it. Top marks and and thanks for sharing it my friend.
David (Report)Reply
I love the sharp tone of this poem and you paint a clear portrait of its subject! Your writing is bright and clear and you certainly have the nerve now! (Report)Reply
A 10 and vote of confidence! You need to get your own secretary! -chuck (Report)Reply
A liberating and inspirational piece of poetry Allie, written with great confidence and control - you have found your poetic voice - long may it continue to tell your story...justine xx (Report)Reply
wonderful and beautiful write you got in here Ally...and I guess we dont really need to be perfect as long thats its came from the heart...what's sense if its to perfect that no one understand anything. Poetry is the door way to the soul, to write a poem is to show your heart and soul to the world. love how you write its perfect for me, Mary :) :) (Report)Reply
We shift and move and grow in our own way and all have their own story, i'd say that you are telling yours very well
Love duncan X (Report)Reply
Much great talent never flowers because it's trapped in shadow... but now, in the light of your own confidence and will Allie, you're making it happen... that must give you a great sense of achievement and pride - and surely with a slightly bittersweet tinge... This is a another fine example of what was being suppressed... ..Hope your show is getting underway too! xxx jim (Report)Reply
And the best part of that story is that you kicked him to the kerb and are havin the sweet revenege of telling YOUR story, and so eloquently, of happiness. t x (Report)Reply
And the best part of that story is that you kicked him to the kerb and are havin the sweet revenege of telling YOUR story, and so eloquently, of happiness. t x (Report)Reply
sometimes nerve (or lack thereof) is the only thing separating great words from obscurity. Emerging from the shadow of one we admire is no mean feat.
Nice work. (Report)Reply
Terrific poem. thanks for sharing and having the nerve to write what is deep in your heart. thanks and best wishes,
melvin (Report)Reply