What an extraordinary visual one gets upon reading this piece, Gene! I feel a bit voyeuristic somehow. Outstanding! ~Elizabeth

This is very good, Gene. You bring your reader right along with you in this clever poem. I especially loved your description, "... and the trees are beginning to chirp ..." Wonderful imagery!
Hugs,
CJ

I USED TO INDULGE, BUT I'VE NEVER DONE THIS...THOUGH I'VE DONE OTHER THINGS(SMILE). THANKS FOR SHARING, GENE...GREAT IMAGERY. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

I'm so pleased that I visited your site. The "Last Dance" is a wonderful portrayal of something we have all done at some time and your words paint such a vivid picture of the memory. Your writing style: polished, imaginative... and so entertaining! You have a new fan!!!

Joy L. Hale

I agree with our dear friend, John Flanagan - this is everything and more. I love it and I love your "dazzling panache."

Clever with sadness, Gene...but, so masterful the scene of portrayal!

Lady vivian

a spirited capture, Gene! ;)

My gosh never ever spill a drop!
A fine write watching this play-out like a drama unfolding.

There are many things layered in these lines...all quite eloquently veiled in a sense of sadness.

Cheers,
Dan

Funny, sad, precise,vivid, moving... and, as always, brilliantly written, dear Gene.

Axilea

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

well written, I can envision the whole dance! I'm not sure who was the smoother dancing partner, the scotch or the stool? :) Happy Easter ~ Morgan

On one level this is witty, elegant
and highly intelligent writing;
on another, it's deeper and laced
with courage and doing and going on,
and i love every word of it, Gene.

John

Ditto...I agree with ET you are the MASTER my darlin ...you always know how to write such lovely poetry...its like magic your words always are so breath taking to me sweet Gene alwayssssssss......please have a wonderful Easter....stay safe and well...Hugsss

Love Always,

Chanti xoxoxooxox......keep smiling OK

Great imagery in this gem of a poem and I love Beguine the Beguine, danced to it many times.

no, don't ever spill the scotch damn it! the stool can go, the girl can go; but don't ever spill the scotch!!! fantastic poem gene!! oh, when the trees start chirping, ouch, know that feeling well. the gray around the window-sill, the sounds of lawn sprinklers, morning papers tossed into doorways, sound of car doors slamming shut, the distant hum of traffic, and one asks, oh God, what the hell am i still doing up?

Gene, A few years ago, this was a scene oft appearing at my place too. Well, except the Scotch was likely brandy and there were no shapely bar stools to be found. Oh and Artie Shaw was more likely Merle Haggard or Bob Seger.

Thanks for the memories. Dick

Arty Shaw and Helen Forest too, great memories. Very nicely written piece, Gene.
Peace
Tony

Such a great image, Gene! You are a master at creating poetic scenes!

Happy Easter,
Eileen

Sounds like quite the time, Gene.

"Wasn't that a party"? Scotch is that lovely girl with the dark pools for eyes that listens and never talks back. The girl you were dancing with is a real stiff. She can't lead, just follow! Gene, your story is marvelous. Fabulous imagery. I was sitting on the sofa, watching the entire event. I loved the music too my dear friend. You are a superb teller of tales. I once had an elementary school teacher that could spin a yarn or two. She held me mesmerized for fifteen minutes at a time. But she was no match for your skills. Thanks for sharing your Scotch, music and dance with me. Yes, that green tint you see on your monitor is from my envy. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael

Thats right, don't be spillin that scotch, as well don't be fallin on that bad hip...but dance away the days,Gene...ed

I can just see this wonderful event!
The talented dancer!
The music an aphrodisiac!
The companion a ...barstool? We girls love to dance too, Gene. You've had enough practice now on those difficult dance steps and it's time to get the girls dancing :)
Ever,
Christine

You have recreated and shared the mood of the character and the place and time very effectively through your verses, Gene. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis