Jots of Love
It came to be that I should gather some jots
Put pen to paper, make sense of my thoughts
Had t’s to cross and i’s needing dots
Some sentiments of closure of love long lost
Jots could transform into something poetic
If nothing else, it’d wax therapeutic
Musings on young love, so wild and frenetic
Set them aside, resign the apologetic
Seemingly as soon as that door started to close
Spirit was present; jots weren’t meaningless prose
No feelings of panic, loss, or questions arose
Cosmic machinations lurched to work
– another door unfroze!
Oh, what a delight, oh gracious me!
The heavens have heard, oh blessed be!
Give and you shall receive – that’s charity
Faith in hope; another fish in the sea!
More to jot about and, oy, more to rhyme
Tripping over and over, testing words most prime
A welcome journey, a soul-searching climb
While staring down that door handle, all things sublime
“Learn from the past,” one might advise
But now’s more exciting – I want the prize!
“Aren’t you vulnerable to over-romanticize?”
No way – I’ve seen her eyes – we’ll compromise
I’ll finish the closure, it’s the right thing to do
Have faith in the rest and give diligence its due
I owe it to the cosmos, and to the two of us, too
God’s grand design, the destiny of good attitude
© 2012 El Dobilla
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Jots of Turns
On its hinges a closing door turns
Softer, from beyond, the muse’s tune turns
Rolling, pitching, yawing – denial turns
Yet graceful, as when off a computer turns
Up the slope, anger shreds until the crest it turns
A diversion of momentum, the other cheek turns
Hugging those curves and negotiating turns
Leading and following, in dancing, change turns
Quickly, but necessary, depression turns
Not bad as when a mortal a vampire turns
Into a butterfly a caterpillar turns
On our clock, we accept that the “our” turns
To letting go and letting God, my mind turns
The courting adjourns; closed, a door turns
© 2012 El Dobilla
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Jots of Passage
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