These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Here We Go!

So, here we go to climb the hill,
to write a novel once again.
Please, grant me wisdom by Thy Will,
that finally, "Published!" I would win.

And here we go to novel write,
to plow a new field, slight unknown.
We've no award the room to bright,
unless the Story Mistress this may hone.

The words themselves are treasured friends
for here we go to make it well.
Can poems write, while chapters tend
as precious moments stories tell?

So, here we go. What will we find?
Some great libretto, filled with notes?
Some poetry of the Danté kind?
Some drama forged of new-coined quotes?

"What went ye out there for to see?"
the Master asked in Matthew's book.
Thus, here we go in HIStory we
to write us new novels with a new look.

So, here we go with trembling hands.
I trow not so. 'Tis great the day!
Adventures come through oft-laid plans,
that plunge into the depths, I say.

How go we here? In words most aged
or up-to-date, that youth embrace?
Oh, go we here in plots most staged,
or mysteries without a trace?

Thus, here we go. The race is new.
And here we go. 'Tis time to write.
So, here we go, that when we're through,
our going here will give new sight.

by Jay O’Toole
on October 1st, 2025