Kim Rodrigues Poet Dramatic Monologue

Notes About The Poem

What is poetry, but feeling. I write about the matters of my soul, for the most part. I live and write in metaphors and imagery, fantasy and reality. Perhaps you will relate to my poem, but even if your life is problematic, I hope you find or have found wisdom. Poetry is cathartic, working through one's pain, not holding your space there. I saw today a video of a bison facing the extreme weather of blustery snow, covered with it. He lives and abides but soon will come gentler days. At all times someone is happy and someone is suffering. Do we deserve happiness? Must we all suffer? We are human, indeed! After we have suffered many things, we are good to others, because we understand a small bit of this human experience. God bless you all! 

Living the Dream

Living the dream, in your teens, not hardly.
If you forever found yourself back in time
but with memories of all that is lost, and
find you cannot even locate your Valentine,
even with your good looks, shipshape body,
your countenance would become crestfallen.

Missing the moments, did you live them at all.
You’d recall son and daughter, grands and all.
Would life still be grand when the moon falls?

The sun rose on the shoulders of her or him.
You’d talk for hours about this and that on whim.
It is the life lived and the hope of heaven to claim.

So even when your loved one dies, they exist.
But, if you find time has reversed, while you rehearse
your memories, with tears no one cares about,
‘sissy girl or sissy boy,’ because those teens
can’t relate to your old soul in a unwrinkled body,
because gram and gramps are just old.

Suddenly, your back, excited at your limp,
bags under the eyes, and the grands
run into your arms, or grab the VR, who cares -
your back…your back..oh your back…

Still you do the heavy lifting of the rich at heart,
heartily, tearfully (why are you crying, kid asks),

Living your dream at sixty-something, remembering
everything…well, not everything, but you smile
because you're golden, and what matters is life’s kiss.

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Joe Maverick January 15, 2025 at 11:28 AM Its getting me wistful reading these lines Kim I have realised you can't be a democrat anyway.' Specially using this type of weaponry.' Lol)) no Good one btw..' got me thinking bout clear blue Lakes and kids in backyards and great stacks of hay.' Kim Rodrigues January 15, 2025 at 12:15 PM Love your added on images! Thank you xx

Michael Tor January 5, 2025 at 6:24 AM I love what you have shared here Kim. You really put your soul and heart into it, and you sent many heartfelt messages. An incredible effort you made here and for sharing your heartfelt truths I am favoring this amazing piece with it's inspirational messages. Blessings and a favorite... Kim Rodrigues January 5, 2025 at 10:53 AM I love that you are inspired and faved! Thank you kindly, my wonderful friend!

Gershon Wolf January 4, 2025 at 8:20 PM I love, love, love the last line. May 'life's kiss reward us all. ~ Gershon Kim Rodrigues January 4, 2025 at 8:56 PM Thank you, Gershon!

Mike Bayles January 3, 2025 at 8:58 PM I love the line, "The sun rose on the shoulders of her or him." The ending's great. Kim Rodrigues January 4, 2025 at 11:58 AM Thank you, Mike :)

Paige Hind January 3, 2025 at 4:59 PM What a "soulful" piece, dear Kim - your work is so down to earth, and down to my level, and I'm much younger than you! Keep that glowing pen! <3 xxoo Kim Rodrigues January 3, 2025 at 6:40 PM You may be younger but we perhaps are kindred spirits!

Subimal Sinha-Roy January 3, 2025 at 2:35 PM I definitely relate to what you've said, Kim. Surely, there is always hope of spring after winter, and silver linings behind the cloud. Let us hope gold shines brighter with passing years until we end walking the last mile. Great poem. Kim Rodrigues January 3, 2025 at 2:43 PM Thank you, Subimal! Happy New Year!

Paula Goldsmith January 3, 2025 at 9:48 AM I enjoyed reading this lovely write. Love your first line. Yes, it is all about feelings. Have A Blessed New Year 2025 writing away................. Kim Rodrigues January 3, 2025 at 11:46 AM Thank you, Paula! Your visits always brighten my day! May God bless you this year!

Joseph P. DiMino January 3, 2025 at 9:16 AM "Suddenly, your back, excited at your limp, bags under the eyes, and the grands run into your arms, or grab the VR, who cares - your back…your back..oh your back…" -- The center of their universe our loving arms enfolding... "what matters is life’s kiss" -- what we came with, and will leave with -- God's eternal life-love. You have the message. Lovely read. Thank you. Kim Rodrigues January 3, 2025 at 11:47 AM Thank you! Thank you…ever so much! God bless you, Joe!