These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Creative Process

While waiting for a thought to come,
creating daily rhyme,
the day sets sail, while nightly hum
brings resting to its prime.

Some grand event, igniting words
oft seems to best express
as jubilation flies with birds,
and reason moves like chess.

We question what we cannot see,
and strive to see anew.
Can hope and bliss in each day be
when energy is through?

Such laughter from a little child,
who grows to be quite tall.
A now-adult so wise and mild
helps shoulder life and all.

A perfect verse I may ne'er find,
create, nor wrestle down,
but honesty, that's good and kind
can change to a smile, a frown.

The process of a writer gains
in falling, getting up,
while slogging through some heavy rains,
then pausing, draining Cup.

It seems as though it's easier
to sit, and hold quite dear
two-fisted coffee cup as a friend
than write a word that's clear.

Mayhaps when Struggle's seen as guide,
we'll peaceful know the best,
that growth can only be applied
when living through the test.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 7th, 2023