Category Archives: poetry

Jul13

Meadow

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standing in the field
surrounded by wildflowers
mountains shading distant views
trees spotted in groups
some singular in their stance
the valley comes alive
animals graze in the grass
relaxed from missing enemies
butterflies break the stillness
adding only to the beauty
uninterrupted for miles around
the meadow comes alive
words carry weight
traveling in the silence
nothing but natural glitters
disappear as the sun fades
turning towards tomorrow
when the valley comes alive

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jul9

Waves

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waves crashing
towards the coast
wild in their action
bringing with them
floating objects
water left behind
carrying out items
wandering aimlessly
until a wave
finds a shore
whether high or low
tides show
waves crashing

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jul7

Waiting

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endless time
years disappear
months run together
weeks roll
waiting
when will it come
days meander
hours glide
minutes wave
waiting
less than a second
realities shift
turning worlds
expectations gravitate
moments initialized

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jul2

Journey

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serpent path
paved, dirty, or rocky
leading unknown
between shrubs
covering the floor
in amaze of trees
blocking the sky
faintly telling
whether it is day or night
mist surrounding
hiding sporadic sounds
each step brings deeper
knowledge of the environment
only some senses grasp
remembering images past
without quite adapting
progress stagnates
until footing
gathers insight
for a new world unexplored

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jun29

Dodo Bird

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a nightingale it is not
its big beak
squawking out of tune
saying anything
without thought
it aimlessly bellows
seeing something
from nothing
walking around
the cluttered floor
if only it could fly
balance on branches
flapping its wings
that is the thought
what was that
the idea gone
blank it begins again
with its big beak
squawking out of tune
for a nightingale it is not

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jun27

Ice box

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boxy in appearance
dressed in magnets
holding papers on display
tight is the door
preventing air
spoiling ingredients
satisfying hunger
food to eat
kept fresh
from the cold inside
the famous ice box
then fridgidaire
comes along
changing everything
with its motor
humming through the night
brought frozen TV dinners
to our table every night
preserved with flavor
saving time
during a busy day
causing cancer and disease
for another day
back to natural
we all go

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jun25

Flower

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my flower is my avenue
towards a fragrant finish
its sights come alive
emblazoned in fun color
amongst imagery of mind
dawdle not on emptiness
first glance may portray
perceived through the eyes
for soon it will be filled
bringing ease of relaxation
as silk as its soft petals
fragile, don’t touch
within days all that’s left
a stem with no attraction

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jun23

Knock, Knock

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by the door
waits to knock
is it ok? Should I?
waits to knock
they don’t know me
waits to knock
nothing of interest to convey
waits to knock
no words of the wise
waits to knock
captivating tales missing
waits to knock
messages to report are absent
waits to knock
previous news has been told
waits to knock
there’s is nothing to speak of
waits to knock
I can listen
hear the knock
Hello, How are you?

-Jennie Nawrocki