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


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.


  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!


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


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