These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Sound of Music on Stage

Noisy place to hunt for words.
They trickle out quite slow.
Poetry is often blurred,
Rehearsing as we go.

Soon the show will set the stage.
Soon we speak and walk.
Soon the songs on many a page
will cause the town to talk.

Problems like Maria’s hard
when postulating truth.
Singing like an abbey bard,
Impulse to frown at youth.

But hope can come when we finally see,
the best is with us here.
The future’s good, so full and free,
and love is blissfully clear.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 27th, 2021