These Are My JOTtings...

Boketto: "The World Framed by My Window, Take #2"

Child awakens in someone,
pretty light dances off glass.
Birdies came to Dogwood tree,
to eat berries.
All gone. They eat, fly.

Please, come back and be my friends.
Play with me. Enjoy my life.
Stay awhile.


My nose is wet on the glass.
Cleaning it is such a pane.
Cloudy thoughts call me to sleep,
clouds in the sky,
wispy as a breath.

Please, come back and be my friends.
Play with me. Enjoy my life.
Stay awhile.


Clouds waltz avenue in gowns.
Some trot by as rushed and late,
some lash sky in thinnest swaths,
cotton candy
fat, so full of fluff.

Please, come back and be my friends.
Play with me. Enjoy my life.
Stay awhile.


Windy friends chase in the grass,
Grasses wave to me, I wave.
Greenish ocean on the land.
Fluid like silk,
supple like my heart.

Please, come back and be my friends.
Play with me. Enjoy my life.
Stay awhile.


Squirrel tears pine cone in search
of meal to eat in great joy,
pine cone parts pile 'neath the tree,
tummy feels good.
Scan for more to eat.

Please, come back and be my friend.
Play with me. Enjoy my life.
Stay awhile.


Mockingbird perched on the branch,
singing every song he knows
I sing the songs back to him.
Flummoxed, he froze,
starts, again, his task.

Please, sing back with me, my friend.
Harmonize to share my life.
Stay awhile.


Mockingbird at a maddening pace,
hopes to drown my little song.
I sing what he sings in line
His song demands,
"Let me be the king!"

Please, sing back with me, my friend.
Harmonize to share my life.
Stay awhile.


I silent wait. Mockingbird
calms down to sing normally,
Smug in victory o'er me.
"I sing. You don't.
"I own. Live as guest."

Please, sing back to me, my friend.
Vocalize to gift my life.
Stay awhile.


The crape myrtle blooms spiral
in the air, lazily down
to the ground they fall and flow
as I walk on
the frilly pink blooms

All the way to sky, my friend.
Come with me to share my life.
Stay fore'er.

by Jay O'Toole
on April 8th, 2018