Category Archives: poetry

Together

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built on electric words
silent interactions
tangent in thought
movements all day
passing parallels
hairline wires
a stable medium
soon to be cut
when progress made
through branching out
pulled us together

-Jennie Nawrocki

Fit

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too small
enormous here
baggy there
showing too much
as opposed to
covering everything
it drapes limbs
pleats align
gathering fabric
creating allusions
as snug as it maybe
its holes are
tunnels for arms, legs
all bodies are warm
styled and ready
when it is
the right fit

-Jennie Nawrocki

track

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the track lies still
glimmering from use
with standing all weather
they connect places
across continents
carrying various items
gifts, freight, and people
time was determined
by their passing
of locomotives
rolling their lines
guiding their way
forever remaining
even as the skies
filled with aircraft
emulating their movements
their importance
as a railroad highway
impacts our business today
and our relationships
of tomorrow

-Jennie Nawrocki

Maintenance

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functionality, order
clean edges
smooth transitions
with distinct boundaries
stress, anxiety
are levels achieved
without proper needs
success only comes from
high-maintenance

easy-going
ruffled edges
uneven paths
nothing is for sure
mismatched objects
haphazardly together
creating messes
all calming requirements of
low-maintenance

-Jennie Nawrocki

Frequencies

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difficult to ponder
what we gander
this world having
oddities within
normalities
for one perspective
sees culture
thriving booming
innovative
though operating
completely opposite
from another
they are interconnected
through hidden
frequencies allowing
for acceptance
of all individualities

-Jennie Nawrocki

Granted

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wants, needs
seemingly selfish
though sometimes necessary
guiding ability to survive
strengthen relationships
by providing respective
standards of living
basic needs of support
even wishes sometimes
are welcomed
with the thought
nothing is taken
for granted

-Jennie Nawrocki

Endless Love

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given only with sincerity
families live by its honor
knowing that someone
watches out for you
remains by your side
regardless of your temptation
for it is a path
never taken lightly
a support system
built on ancestral bonds
that without devotion
to each others care
by the reduction of suffering
it is crumbs of a meal
though standing by
the philosophical ethic
basic human morals
it was always understood
your endless love

-Jennie Nawrocki

Different

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something different
something new
beginnings of what
no one can tell
we don’t know
in its inception
ideas of what might
develop tomorrow
didn’t occur
even those activities
spawned thoughts
of possibilities
though those
weren’t it either
to guess as what
will take place
would be wasting time
for everything
seems different

-Jennie Nawrocki

In line

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just a few minutes
look at the time
it should be soon
some hours
have passed
since arriving
knowing crowds
form all wanting
the same thing
only few would
pass through today
paperwork complete
relatively easy
just hand them over
standard documents
but why so long
so many people
all rushing this day
nobody has moved
for quite some time
soon we all take turns
looking again
so much time
sitting and waiting
within the minutes
books read
friends called
notes written
alleviating wasted time
soon very soon
the day is ending
supper will be made
after all this
what else is there to do
analyzing schedules
chat with neighbors
check papers
will it be longer
only next in line
can’t it go faster
really it won’t take that long
this is important
hands figit in anticipation
for movement is imminent
opportunity to be finished
on with the day
it is getting really late
maybe another day
start over, what to do then
just a few more minutes
it will be good to wait
a little more won’t hurt
now it needs to happen now
time to leave
finally
it is our turn

-Jennie Nawrocki

Field

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infinite it seems
relatively flat ground
scattered with mounds
roll along its surface
covered with tall
reeds of grass
out numbering
wild flowers blooming
a step taken
breaks a path
one sees up close
compacted shafts of green
once standing tall
on the ground below
though the onlooker
from outside
sees the grass level
as shallow as the feet
or as deep as the hip
the body becomes invisible
hidden amongst the blades
showing no beginning, no end
the field remains infinite

-Jennie Nawrocki