There is safety in apart-ment living;
would corral the little ones, declare
responsibility, obligations as a mask
for this self-banishing compulsion…
except that I am lying prone, exposed –
brains spilling onto concrete – shadows
revealing the darkness of my condition,
hopelessly locked in physical inertia.
I am an unwitting contributor to
scientific (and pseudo) probing:
audacious autopsies pronouncing
conclusive evidence of motives.
Too polite (and weakened) to deflect,
I submit, demonstrating complacency,
sacrificing autonomy; fail to assert
that it is I who is taking this life test.
And, by the way, am passing quite
adequately, which defies all rational
diagnosis and prognosis, and serves
to reassure me of ultimate success.
(Not Dead Yet first appeared here June, 2016. Image my own.)
I would love to share this poem in my mother’s Assisted Living facility. Maybe some might not chose Hospice yet.
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My own mother is 95. Such a difficult place to be.
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I sense plenty of writing topics observing the aging process there. How about you with your mother?
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I see her when I can, but my own health restricts me.
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love the power and conviction in your voice; ” I’m NOT Dead Yet. Great title too VJ! 👏👏
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Thanks Cindy! Sometimes we have to rage against the status quo
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You’re welcome VJ and I so agree as you can see by my rage Monday 🤣but it was deserved…
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Ooh, you read this so well!! Message coming through loud and clear.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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A deep and thoughtful reflection VJ, so amazing, but then, personal stuff connects.
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Thanks Paul
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My pleasure VJ
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Love hearing your voice reading the poem. This is the first time I’ve seen that on a blog post. Brava.
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Thanks Evelyn!
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A powerful poem, VJ. The struggle and emotion came through loud and clear. And I love the contrasting strength and assertion in the last paragraph. That made me want to get up and cheer you on. 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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Your brilliant poem totally resonates with me, and my 3 recoveries from my 3 strokes … no … “I’m dead yet” … and this stanza said it all for me V.J.
“except that I am lying prone, exposed –
brains spilling onto concrete – shadows
revealing the darkness of my condition,
hopelessly locked in physical inertia.”
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Oh, I know you have been to these dark places, Ivor, and you like me, keep rising from it. Thank you!
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And I am reasonably ok these days .. 🤗
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Lol. It’s all relative
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