These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

So Many Poems

So much to do, so little time,
all the poems I could write
are quite the same, and that's the plight.
How can I change as might?

To speak of thee in a Shakespearean tone
would harken to times past,
but whence could be this poet's throne
trained with such a flowery task?

By the Seuss in a play of great things I could speak,
'twould be hopeful, but not serious at all.
"The fleiderbub snarled as 'lephant..." surely reeks,
but playing with words has its call.

We play with our food when we're learning to eat.
We must play with our words to express,
that when in this world other souls we do greet,
they'd find writing this fun just to bless.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 1st, 2025