Dave Collins Poet Dramatic Monologue

Batter Up

If baseball were life and 
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be First-
it takes too much ego
Second is always forgotten.
Three is definitely, surely out
evading the Third degree.
Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land--
a place your brain goes to die.
Of all positions and spaces of Play,
I prefer to be out in Left Field.
There's no place Home.


       (Always keep the ball on your eye.)

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Beata Agustin January 25, 2022 at 10:07 PM Congrats! Thanks so much for sharing your heart through this dramatic monologue of yours earnestly expressed in your excellent poetic style. Indeed, thanks for your participation. God bless you.

Darlene De Beaulieu January 10, 2022 at 4:13 PM Hello Dave, I guess there is more action on the outer field. Enjoy your evening my friend.