Praying for a Sonnet

By Jack M. Freedman

Within this leather bound journal are prayers
As green as pastures yet to track our feet
No selfish worship, writings only bear
Phonetically transcribed letters, discreet
We're beyond faking our kinship with God
For these benevolent intentions cure
If grateful, we can signal, we can nod
Upon whomever leads us to the door
When opened, possibilities take shape
We internalize options through the nose
Smell olives, pomegranates, seeds, and grapes
Drink wine and feast, take pressure off our toes
In prayers, we need to bring our appetite
Upon arrival to the Endless Light.

 

Petrified

Dead wood bearing the tones of faded leaves
They fall upon the laurels I must rest
My secret garden is a den of thieves
Indulgence from each testicle and breast
An impotent and shaky self-esteem
Bravado facades my stability
There has to be a passion to redeem
An affirmation of ability
I’m petrified of shadows from this rage
This sadness turned within abandoned hope
I must find love, a concept to engage
Surround myself with friendship or elope?
This is a question that I ask each day
Dead trees strip passion as rainbows decay

 

 

Jack M. Freedman is a poet and spoken word artist from Staten Island, NY. Under the pseudonym Jacob Moses, he penned ...and the willow smiled (Cyberwit.net, 2019) and Art Therapy 101 (Cyberwit.net, 2019) publications featuring his work span the globe. His works are published in Anti-Heroin Chic, Ariel Chart, Boston Literary Magazine, Breadcrumbs Mag, CCAR Journal, di-verse-city, Eskimo Pie, Eunoia Review, First Literary Review-East, In Between Hangovers, New York City Voices, NYSAI Press, Quail Bell, Rat's Ass Review, Taj Mahal Review, The Rising Phoenix Review, Third Rail, and others.