Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

Rooting Out the Problem

Here comes the drill
that will inhabit
my tooth.

Goggles and mask
overhead. Victim, I
mean patient, not
patient, wanting out.
Still,

to make it out of pain,
I must let the end-

odontist root
out the problem,
insane.
The chair
seems electric.

I have an out
of body
experience,
that is all
too real.

The first one
left me
in pain.
I pray
this second time
is

a piece of cake.

meanwhile,
before I step out
I’m driven insane
by

this confounded
woodpecker 
drilling on the siding
of my house.

For such a little thing
both
are a cavernous bother.

2/7/2023

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Bill Baker February 11, 2023 at 4:09 PM Avisit to the dentist is never fun, or the peck peck pecking that drives one crazy. Interesting poem, Kim. Bill

Victor Buhagiar February 8, 2023 at 1:56 AM For the last two months, I went to the dentist six times. Now I feel much better. Let the woodpecker drill the tree but leave my teeth alone. Hugs. xx Kim Rodrigues February 8, 2023 at 4:37 AM Aww…wrapping my arms around you, Victor! I’m still not done…need the tooth pulled because it was cracked then probably more work! I am thankful nonetheless. Those woodpeckers are mischievous and cute but the drilling… for such a little bird he is a nuisance. <3 May God hold you in the palm of his hand, dear one!

Gershon Wolf February 7, 2023 at 6:10 PM No pain - no gain, does not apply to teeth. ~ Charles Atlas Kim Rodrigues February 7, 2023 at 6:36 PM LOL! pretty much!

Andrea Dietrich February 7, 2023 at 1:01 PM i feel your pain, Kim. One time long ago I went to an expensive dentist who used laughing gas. Let me tell you, that is a WONDERFUL way to do a dentist visit.. i ya ever get the chancd Kim Rodrigues February 7, 2023 at 2:43 PM I’m sure! More money though…

Joseph P. DiMino February 7, 2023 at 9:41 AM Yep, thinking about the dentist is just as bad sometimes as the actual painful experience. The dentist and the woodpecker, conspirators. But you make delightful poetry out all. Love it! Kim Rodrigues February 7, 2023 at 10:58 AM They are conspirators…drilling away! LOL

Tom Cunningham February 7, 2023 at 8:34 AM Ouch, teeth are fine until they start playing up, I'd rather have a baby than severe toothache lol. Tom Kim Rodrigues February 7, 2023 at 10:58 AM Only for the end result, Tom…lol! You have nooooo idea what it’s like to give birth, but nice try!

Sotto Poet February 7, 2023 at 7:49 AM A beautiful and meaningful poem, Kim! Your great imagery shed more beauty on this poem. Blessings my friend. Kim Rodrigues February 7, 2023 at 10:59 AM Thank you, Lasaad!