I Am Not Yet Done Comments

The topic among many of us of a certain age (smiles) . OR things your parents never told you about life although, in their defense, they were, no doubt, as surprised as we are. A close friend died recently, and one of the last things she said to me was: I am not done, yet. I still have some dancing to do. So, now I dance every day. For her-and myself. Well done. thanks.

Hello Seamus! Long time since I checked on you. Lovely poem this, expressing thoughts I can identify with. Probably because we are close in age... Funny, I wrote something similar today. You might enjoy it - Sitting on the wall between life and death. I also enjoyed your sometimes when the internet's down poem, but PH wouldn't let me comment. Laurie

NO, DAMMIT ALL! ! I WILL NOT BUDGE! And I'll spill my dreams all over this stage, right where I stand! ' defies my soul.- - - - - - Spill your dreams- - -Marvelous depiction of your spirit- - - Thanks for sharing.

neal, i am right with you throughout this poem. you have succeeded, where i have not yet, in putting to verse the feelings and circumstances described in it. a good poem. o how i know my soul yet smoldering with some remnant flame of youth. i have accepted it as part of my wiring but know to be choosy in acting on its dictates. a positive view is that it tells me i'm not dead yet. the stage image puts macbeth's tomorrow and tomorrow... speech in mind. some of the feeling the opening to ecclesiastes. the trees psalms 1 and 92. your poem reminds me to pack light. glen

Mesmerizing! I swear, there is nothing you can't do with poetry! This is a play like Death of a Salesman, this is a heroic epic performed by a dear aging man, this is verse rolling in like a tide to touch our hearts and soul.... NO, DAMMIT ALL! ! I WILL NOT BUDGE! And I'll spill my dreams all over this stage, right where I stand! defies my soul.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Tell that soul that we hear, we listen, we heed and we need his defiance to lead us in this fight for rightful recognition. You know what would be better than this? This in a whole book of your poetry beside my bed.... all published.... nice sturdy cover... built for heavy duty handling as pages are read and reread..... :)

A fascinating read Seamus it give one so much food for thought. The way you have life playing out like a pre-scripted play and only the brave will deviate from it. Lovely write. Annette.