Alison Cassidy

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

The Birdsong Is Harsh This Morning - Poem by Alison Cassidy

The birdsong is harsh this morning.
Messiaen cacophony -
Crows, cockatoos, currawongs,
even rosellas
with their squeaky-toy voices
so loud.

Perhaps they remember
my screeching last night
when I couldn't make you understand.
And now my throat is sore
and you have turned your back.

The birdsong is harsh this morning.

Comments about The Birdsong Is Harsh This Morning by Alison Cassidy

  • Freshman - 786 Points Patti Masterman (9/14/2007 9:51:00 AM)

    Yes I have been a raucous crow far too often! You are a master poetry
    storyteller, Alison. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Dawn Sheryl Koenig (3/3/2007 9:02:00 PM)

    Excellent poem Allie! Your transitions are clever with amazing word choice communicating sound and emotions. The page fills with coarse tones but with beauty. Birds song does create a cacophony and that word is wonderful in your second line with Messiaen. Your transition to human strife in the personal realm brings the whole piece into a moving concert. I'm so proud of you for writing this. Your poetic powers are growing as quickly as my son who now towers over me!

    Dawn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jim Foulk (2/11/2007 12:05:00 PM)

    a beautiful write. I love the sound of birds talking with one another, to hear any bird in the morning, is so wonderful to hear. you did a great job of bringing this piece to life. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,336 Points Jerry Hughes (1/14/2007 9:36:00 PM)

    ...what a lot of codswollop, nevertheless a very good poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie gone gone (1/14/2007 8:32:00 PM)

    Ah, Allie.....the many colors and songs of love.....twelve tones and more....many-octaved range, eh.....through the tangles and the jangles......great poem...strong and clearly audible........ proclaiming all, with love....there are no obstacles that cannot be overcome......heart's two hold precious treasures in your hearts and hands.......some must be shouted out....the lives of all critters life......sometimes quiet...sometime less so...........I hear soft whispers of love as well.......bless you both......with passion and truth in perpetuity.....

    Love, C
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  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (1/8/2007 5:15:00 PM)

    Nature and Art reflecting life here. A wee bit of self mockery too? Though very intelligible your theme is never simple. Life in all its complexity made digestible by means of clever use of varying poetic forms.. Jut taking them as they come here Allie, and every poem has something unique to offer. jim (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (1/7/2007 2:51:00 PM)

    The power of silent words cannot be limited. Excellent write, Alison.


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  • Freshman - 693 Points Ernestine Northover (1/6/2007 11:57:00 AM)

    A great portrayal in this piece Alison, good variety of words and a clever ending. Both sides of the story are very complimentary to each other.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 60,123 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/5/2007 8:54:00 PM)

    Allie>>>I Like th' split construction you have so creatively employed, here...Flows like a penny on a glace of ice.....Solid Penning, young lady (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anna Russell (1/5/2007 4:13:00 PM)

    This is a very clever write Allie, my hat off to you.
    Anna xxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010

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