words mixed and mashed
for what counted long ago
makes no sense today
ever changing scenarios
morph pictures unreadable
though the people remain
speaking in conversations
relating events of the day
mixing and mashing words
until something is understood
-Jennie Nawrocki
can a rose by any other name smell as sweet
only if it is a different flower
can the universe have aliens
only if you believe
can a writer be impersonal in their writing
only through creativity
can simple objects become sexual
only when the right words are used
can impossible occur
only in miracles
can people go crazy looking for something
only if they are chasing rabbit trails
can the world stop spinning
only in dreams
-Jennie Nawrocki
given in
sumptuous the taste
enlivening sensory
beads of the tongue
one bite
was all I needed
of this triangular
masterpiece swarming
with cheese, tomato sauce
on top of succulent dough
satisfying every wish made
hunger provides
within that single slice
of hot pizza
-Jennie Nawrocki
a rose so delicate
fragile are its petals
guarded with daggers
adding protection
to quickly wilting blooms
from outside elements
specific to weather
conditions their growth
attracting aphids
and lady bugs of all sorts
extremely precious
their care and maintenance
discard with pleasure
another flower
of distinction replaces
a roses beauty
daisies
common maybe to most
though exceptionally handsome
they grow with ease
amongst woods and prairies
no thorns to hurt
or dying in certain climates
versatile towards everyone
welcoming with its
simplicity abounds
toning the mood
complimenting many
in any arrangement
its open bloom
brings wonders
tantalizing others
teaming for more daisies
-Jennie Nawrocki
a rose in its fragrant aroma
fills the room with garden delights
covering the ink spread
amongst pages along side
mugs dried of drink
or cups of steaming beverages
adding to the enclosed air
upholstered chairs never washed
coats drying outside moisture
people secreting personal perfumes
as computer fans move electric dust
never overpowering
a rose in its fragrant aroma
-Jennie Nawrocki
on impact glass resists
at the center force forms
expanding reverberations
weakening its strength
allowing a break
puncturing its stable
fused molecules
separating matter
into pieces
barely able to hold
their original form
showing cracks
blurring views
clear before
looking around
reveals a blanket
of broken shards
glass, left on the ground
-Jennie Nawrocki
whether possibly or never
jarred from its inception
it widely expands
receiving new information
revealing through assembling
everything doesn’t relate
using abilities of intelligence
allows for connections made
supporting each other as
formulating cohesive
ideas of thought
guide us through
actions of this day
-Jennie Nawrocki
view another
insight into their methods
mirroring actions
of method
becomes an apprenticeship
practicing through repetition
strengthens abilities
discussing processes
defining unfocused ways
yielding results
combined and enhanced
along the way
bringing the novice
into their new role
as the mentor
-Jennie Nawrocki
never alone
either
here or there
knowledge
through trust
enables
combined efforts
seemingly
separated from
publicity
only can relate
solidly
when together we
communicate
making moments
unequivocally
gathering strength
progressing
more reliably
comforted
within the thought
distance
provides barriers
inconsequential
between people
melding
their worlds
ending
the idea
they’re
never alone
-Jennie Nawrocki
what does one need?
a couple of yachts with servants
or wood tied together
floating to ferry across.
what does one need?
restaurants with only one table
or a cart with snacks
filling our stomachs to hearts delight.
what does one need?
extended cars driven by chauffeurs
or wheels with spokes
moving around on city ways.
what does one need?
elaborate set up for selling displays
or a cloth protecting items from dirt
giving a way to live from those who create.
what does one need?
constant chatter of gossip
or silence the environment brings
providing ambiance throughout the day.
-Jennie Nawrocki
