These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

In Search of a Poem

Looking for some words to write,
day to day, and night to night.
Search for them by effort made.
Let no weariness dissuade.

In a moment rhymes appear.
There to make the process clear.
Dance we with the newfound words.
Flights of fancy like the birds.

Are the verses waterlogged?
Stirred-up lake beds make a bog.
Stirred-up hearts in reverie
make new poems soon for thee.

"Drawing a blank" is never fun
'specially when we'd like it done.
Now's the time to poem write
when our thoughts require some might.

"Hurray!" The piece we've found it now.
Time to stand, and take a bow.
Then to post, the day to close.
Words. Each poem's made of those.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 11th, 2022