Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

Perspective of My Pa

perspective
  of my pa
    different
      than my own
eye to eye
  we deviate
still
  he educates
i don’t learn
  anything
except
  to listen
    to love
    to hear
his heartbeat
  to joy
always
  there’s olives
    in his glass
i can hear
   the daily
     missives
        of his martini
          speaking
            in gentle
              low tones
even
  his feistiness
    is controlled
grief
  brought us
    together
his goblet
  of tears
his plea
  “Tell me
  she’s somewhere…”
two butterflies
  their wing-sets
    flapping
      as he retrieved
        his mail
broken glass
  like a
    broken heart
      on his birthday
        their birthdays
a solid shelf
  fell
    shattering
      James Kent
        teacups
    signs all here
perspective
  of my pa
    different
      than my own
eye to eye
  we deviate

3/28/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand

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Panagiota Romios April 1, 2023 at 7:51 AM Kim, people don’t know alcohol is a drug, worse a depressant. It makes the world a dark hole. On okder folks especially hard on the liver. Sorry about your Mother. I went into therapy I was so depressed. My Mother would never want me crying over her, but I did. Will say a prayer for your Dad and your family. Panagiota Kim Rodrigues April 1, 2023 at 12:36 PM Dad is careful. Pray for his salvation. Thank you, Pangie!

David Smith March 31, 2023 at 3:57 PM Slightly different style than some of your other poems but you challenged yourself and were up to the task. Real poem for a real world. As I g et older I realize more and more how fortunate I am to be able to keep perspective and not let what if and grief swallow me up. I often think being sick very sick as a baby makes one better able to cope later on in life. Keep challenging yourself and I will keep reading your poems. Regards David in NZ. Hope you enjoy Easter break. Kim Rodrigues March 31, 2023 at 5:56 PM Thank you, David! I really appreciate that! Ilike your perspective on childhood illness. I didn’t live around other family members, didn’t go to too many funerals, so losing Mom was an experience. Happy Easter!

Malabika Ray Choudhury March 29, 2023 at 6:12 PM Beautiful free verse, Dear Kim. Loved the way the shape and the stanzas are created! Sounds like a great tale of togetherness. Hugs ~ Mala Kim Rodrigues March 29, 2023 at 7:33 PM Yes, it was. Thank you for seeing that in my poem, Mala! Hugs ~ Kim

Andrea Dietrich March 29, 2023 at 4:38 PM Wow so profound. I gather mom passed on and he was left broken. A sad one but great free verse Kim Rodrigues March 29, 2023 at 7:31 PM Almost two years now. I listened to her voice today on an old voice mail. (Haven’t done that for awhile).

Linda Alice Fowler March 29, 2023 at 8:15 AM Fascinating write. Great form with a sad, wistful tale. Best wishes Kim! :) Kim Rodrigues March 29, 2023 at 2:17 PM Thank you, Linda!

Victor Buhagiar March 29, 2023 at 1:32 AM Loved your poem. Best for a win. Kim Rodrigues March 29, 2023 at 5:19 AM Thank you my sweet friend! <3

Speaks Volumes March 28, 2023 at 7:37 PM Wow That said a lot about your Pa. Great poem Kim. BOL in the contest Kim Rodrigues March 29, 2023 at 5:19 AM Thank you, Wendy!

Daniel Turner March 28, 2023 at 1:55 PM Reading this almost made me drunk, and I don't drink. I did not see eye to eye with mine neither,Kim. good to read you again today:) Kim Rodrigues March 28, 2023 at 2:10 PM He is careful how much he drinks. My parents carried around their portable bar. They were cute.