Morning Prayers

 

Morning Prayers

 

begin with a reading

not mine

Hoagland, perhaps Pardlo

            no need to rhyme

*

pick up a pencil

            let your imagination go

scratch out a verse, or five

            until something flows

*

at times its torture

            borders on tragic

persevere long enough

              you’ll find the magic

*

like jazz it’s best

to just let it be

words fall into place

that’s poetry

*

I won’t ask you

            to LIKE me

to SHARE, or even

read my poetry

*

that would be self-serving

             somewhat unnerving

dare I say pretentious

for all of us

*

what it comes down to

is this

discover poetry

            and find bliss

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About Jim Brennan

Jim is a Philadelphia-based writer, author, poet and editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal.
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10 Responses to Morning Prayers

  1. arlingwoman says:

    I’ve found lots of bliss in poetry over the years! Glad to add you to my follows after Laurie led me over.

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  2. LB says:

    Reblogged this on Life on the Bike and other Fab Things and commented:
    Have you met Jim, a poet and runner over at rite2run? You’ll not regret reading this post and making a visit over to his place!

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  3. LB says:

    Jim, I am so glad that I read, enjoy, and am moved by your poetry. As fond as I am of you, it would be such a bummer if I didn’t like your work.
    Reblogging this because I want to!

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  4. I love those last five words. Lots of truth in them.

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