Jots poems

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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