These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Dancing with the Words

The words are offered many days,
each a potential meal for thought,
but sometimes words will go their own way,
the writer, a student taught.

How furiously we sweep the floor,
while words are pouring out!
How furtively we beg, implore
when waltzing thoughts about.

At times our thoughts may sit alone.
They leave the place we dance.
The struggling heart may inward groan,
while others leap and prance.

To write them out, the words we'd use,
don't always bring us joy,
but typing letters will infuse
some hope, that we'd employ.

These poems may yet take us time,
before they're molded firm.
The sluice of rain brings loam its prime,
'til ripples find the berm.

So, pushing words around the screen's
like water's dancing flows.
To sweep and sweep the concrete scene's
like writing as it goes.

To dance with words, until we have
a seven vers-ed piece
is like a cow, which groans to calve,
until it finds release.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 6th, 2023