Alison Cassidy

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

The Aftermath - Poem by Alison Cassidy

sitting at the table
sipping water
watching the fan
revolving in the gold rim
of the Chinese plate
on the shelf

Shostakovich
playing on the radio
aching with sweetness
and you working in the kitchen
all Chekovian anguish gone

the light is golden
the air is still


Comments about The Aftermath by Alison Cassidy

  • (3/3/2007 9:10:00 PM)

    Wow Alison, you have preserved this moment for ever for all of us to share with your sensitity. This is the beautiful stuff the best novels are made of and should you ever attempt such a project you will be beginning with the right tools, a full of set of keen senses!

    Great work,
    Dawn
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  • (1/29/2007 12:42:00 PM)

    Beautiful. A moment as golden as the rim of the Chinese plate. (Report)Reply

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  • (1/27/2007 9:04:00 AM)

    I can see this scene clearly...I think all your time spent in the performing arts have helped you become a better poet too...the imagination flows!
    Good job Allie!
    Hugs,
    Dee
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  • (1/14/2007 3:22:00 PM)

    ...absolutely delightful word picture (Report)Reply

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  • (1/14/2007 2:57:00 AM)

    A tight little piece Alison; and moving. I particularly like the contrast of the fan. Even thought the moment is still and beautiful, there remains the cycle rotating in the background. Reflective. Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Linda Ori (1/14/2007 1:49:00 AM)

    A moment caught like a painting on the wall. Beautiful imagery - mellow and serene. If time could just stand still........................Lovely, Allie!
    Linda
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  • (1/13/2007 8:57:00 PM)

    Fine imagery, sweet sadness. And that golden light that holds the moment still.
    Lovely work, Alison.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/13/2007 8:50:00 PM)

    ...as well as your verse be golden....A fine slice of abstract lit....Stellar Penning, Young lady & Poetess...Meticolously quilleed...
    F. j. R.
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  • (1/13/2007 8:17:00 PM)

    Pain being released to inner poetry! !
    Uriah
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  • (1/13/2007 7:59:00 PM)

    Hi, Allie! Finally I see one of yours! (will see more)
    I like the series of images, culminating in the totally refined titration of the last two lines. What purity! What more can be said?
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010


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